I had to step back from the writing and reading again for a little while due to more life events. So much catch-up, but that’s okay. In the end, a little pressure is often a useful thing.
This Lime-Tree Bower My Prison by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Well, they are gone, and here must I remain,This lime-tree bower my prison! I have lostBeauties and feelings, such as would have beenMost sweet to my remembrance even when ageHad dimm’d mine eyes to blindness! They, meanwhile,Friends, whom I never more may meet again,On springy heath, along the hill-top edge,Wander in gladness, and wind down, perchance,To that still roaring dell, of which I told;
Sammy takes something as simple as his incapacity to take part in a leisurely walk with his friends and somehow makes it this most amazing experience.
Back When the End Was Near by Charles C. Mann from Smithsonian Magazine (January / February 2018)
‘The Population Bomb’ made dire predictions—and triggered a wave of repression around the world.
A fascinating recollection of how an idea, no matter its merits and quality of research, can set off dire consequences.
The Secret Life of Walter Mitty by James Thurber
If you’re like me a week ago, you didn’t realize the movie came from a short story published in 1939. A fun read.