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.
4 comments:
The last quote could very well apply to politics.
It could indeed.
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.
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.
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