Month: January 2013
Walking In The Rain
Being in the tropics means that rain-walking is summer-cool, not harsh with sleet and snow. And I’ve been walking in the rain all morning. Ponds formed where the pavement dipped, and the ten of us sloshed through them, getting wetter as raindrops dripped onto our heads and shoulders under shared umbrellas meant for one. Socks and… Read More ›
Irony
“The young man was sincerely but placidly in love. He delighted in the radiant good looks of his betrothed, in her health, her horsemanship, her grace and quickness at games, and the shy interest in books and ideas that she was beginning to develop under his guidance. She was straightforward, loyal, and brave; she had… Read More ›
To Love “The Hobbit” Is To Read The Book
In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat; it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort. The film’s narrative… Read More ›
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