Monday, December 13, 2010

Rain and driving and rain and driving and rain and driving, and then coffee with Tom at the Villager, the luncheonette that time forgot.

Christmas shopping, rain, grocery shopping, rain.

Post-office package handoff, elementary school basketball, popcorn making, uncomfortable bleacher sitting, cheers of joy, groans of despair. Rain, rain, rain, rain.

Now, today's quotation from Moby-Dick, chapter 85, "The Fountain":

And I am convinced that from the heads of all ponderous profound beings, such as Plato, Pyrrho, the Devil, Jupiter, Dante, and so on, there always goes up a certain semi-visible steam, while in the act of thinking deep thoughts.

And one more, from chapter 86, "The Tail":

In man or fish, wriggling is a sign of inferiority.


Ruth said...

The last quote could very well apply to politics.

Dawn Potter said...

It could indeed.

Scott said...

I've plowed through heavy seas and am into chapter 93; looks like some action ahead.

My CAPTCHA: shevi: What my French-Canadian friend drives.

Dawn Potter said...

My copy of "MD" is starting to shred, which is adding yet another layer of complication to this project. No more reading in bed unless I want to be covered in glue chips.