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“Pole!” he said. “Is that fair? Have I been doing anything of the sort this term? Didn’t I stand up to Carter about the rabbit? And didn’t I keep the secret about Spivvins — under torture too? And didn’t I –”
“I d-don’t know and I don’t care,” sobbed Jill.
to love life, to love it even
when you have no stomach for it
and everything you’ve held dear
crumbles like burnt paper in your hands,
your throat filled with the silt of it.
When grief sits with you, its tropical heat
thickening the air, heavy as water
more fit for gills than lungs;
when grief weights you like your own flesh
“Tell me, Rabbit, how did you get so dirty?”
“I didn’t, Mother. The dirt got me.”
“Don’t get smart with me.”
“Would you rather I get dumb? I told you. The dirt got me. I was just scampering about, Mother. The dirt found me.”
“So you didn’t intentionally go find the dirt?”
“Mother, I plead with you. Just live. The […]
“The sun was now below the horizon and the red glow at the rim of the world faded into pink. The sky above turned slowly from azure to the delicate blue-green of a robin’s egg, and the unearthly stillness of rural twilight came stealthily down about her. Shadowy dimness crept over the countryside. The red […]
“What is REAL?” asked the Rabbit one day, when they were lying side by
side near the nursery fender, before Nana came to tidy the room. “Does
it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?”
“Real isn’t how you are made,” said the Skin Horse. “It’s a thing that
happens to you. When a child […]
You will never be happy if you continue to search for what happiness consists of.
You will never live if you are looking for
the meaning of life.
- Albert Camus
I had no time to hate, because
The grave would hinder me,
And life was not so ample I
Could finish enmity.
Nor had I time to love; but since
Some industry must be,
The little toil of love, I thought,
Was large enough for me.
- Emily Dickinson
I hesitate to write a lengthy post, but can’t help but share what I’ve been reading and thinking about lately.
First is “The Jungle”, by Upton Sinclair, that book I carried with me to Starbucks, a book that focuses on life during the Industrial Revolution. Second is Henry David Thoreau’s “Walden”, perhaps remembered most […]
Perhaps you’ve set some reading goals for yourself this summer. Good for you! I have done the same thing. And with the anticipation of a week to be spent in West Virginia, I chose five books to take on the trip. Only one did I finish, “The Crimson Petal and the White” by Michel Faber.
How is the summer reading coming for you?
I haven’t found anything which I’d be excited to share with anyone. I’ve read quite a bit of philosophy and theory lately, but perhaps I need some more of the plot variety.
Would you happen to have any recommendations?