“In such a world of conflict, a world of victims and executioners, it is the job of thinking people, not to be on the side of the executioners.”- Camus
You Can Listen Here I am a fortunate man from a fortunate generation; all my life the rule of law has prevailed, my father worked steadily, we were raised within a dream of middle-class security and our few nightmares vanished upon awakening. Then, by and large the children I taught ate well, attended college and their station in life rose as their parents had risen. They were safe at night. Lady Macbeth With the […]
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You Can Listen Here The off-shore storm has kicked up the waves. I cannot keep my feet in combers that come in thick and remorseless at thigh level, but with the first plunge the water has a wake-up shock effect, and after that I can dive over or submerge to escape the force of these breakers, all white-foamed and unmoved by my weak flesh. Fifty yards from the beach, facing directly east, I can almost […]
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You Can Listen Here Buddy is a blond beauty with bangs like a Norwegian child. He has long, delicate, feminine eyelashes, enormous brown eyes; his coat glows a deep gold. A Haflinger , his chest forms a smooth, all-muscle shield, and he can turn in a tight, complete circle so quickly it seems like a trick. He radiates a controlled power. Occasionally I stand up and stroke his nose which is as soft as cashmere. […]
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You Can Listen Here This cool, wet spring has given woodlands a weightier feel than I remember from last spring; like that, in a sharp snap of time, winter’s bare, long views have been wiped out by vines piled upon thorn bush and tree fall, by saplings pushing upon thicker-spreading big-leaved branches. On deep, gray sunless days the light on the lower trail looks as if it has been strained through green filters — no […]
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