I caught a tremendous fish and held him beside the boat half out of water, with my hook fast in a corner of his mouth. He didn’t fight. He hadn’t fought at all. He hung a grunting weight, battered and venerable and homely. Here and there his brown skin hung in strips like ancient wallpaper, […]
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The year’s at the spring
The year’s at the spring, And day’s at the morn; Morning’s at seven; The hill-side’s dew-pearled; The lark’s on the wing; The snail’s on the thorn; God’s in his Heaven’ All’s right with the world! Robert Browning “The Year’s at The Spring”
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Expect Nothing
Expect nothing. Live frugally On surprise. become a stranger To need of pity Or, if compassion be freely Given out Take only enough Stop short of urge to plead Then purge away the need. Wish for nothing larger Than your own small heart Or greater than a star; Tame wild disappointment With caress unmoved and […]
Archived with comments at Wayback Machine There were a thousand things I could have done today, but all I did was sit at my window and watch the storms move past. Instead of doing my laundry I watched the wind rip the blossoms from the tree across the road forcing it into full green. Instead […]
Recovered from the Wayback Machine. Practical RDF is heading into the production process and when next I see her, it will be as proofs. Talking with Simon, it sounds like the book will hit the streets in July. July is a good time to release a book. Better than now. The tech book industry has […]