thoughts on the morning of march twenty-third as i look out my kitchen window

i love the careful grace of the world. it wraps around me and pulls me together when i've gone to pieces.

how i feel in almost all public places.

Politeness

If people ask me,
I always tell them:

"Quite well, thank you, I'm very glad to say."
If people ask me,

I always answer,

"Quite well, thank you, how are you to-day?"

I always answer,

I always tell them,

If they ask me

Politely ....

BUT SOMETIMES

                             

                               I wish

                                                          

             

                                                                                  That they wouldn't.

(a.a. milne, e.h. shepard)

today i stayed in my room today and only came out to eat. sometimes it's nice to hide away from the world.

The Brothers Karamazov

fyodor dostoyevsky

'Never trust anyone who has not brought a book with them ... '

Sage advise, Lemony Snicket.

I love books. I love reading them, holding them, collecting them, smelling them, stacking them in stacks about my bedroom. I even love tripping on books. Which I do regularly at my job, at a bookshop.

I love books for reasons so numerous that I would not suffer you to read through them.

I also love watching people read. I love seeing the places they read, what they read, their expressions and body language whilst reading. I experience feelings of fondness for some one if they giggle, snort or chortle as their eyes trip back and forth across the page. I love them immediately if they let out a genuine belly laugh when reading in public.

I love being stopped by strangers wherever I may be to be to asked about, enthused to or congratulated over my choice of book. It gives me tidbits of joy all day.

It is one of my favorite things as I get to know some one, to hear about their relationship with books. What they have read, what they enjoy reading, and what they wish to read. What they love about reading. What got them hooked, if they can remember.

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Underground New York Public Library

'Music is just a language, a means of communicating. It's what it conveys that really matters. The music conveys the spirit and soul of the people and feelings that sometimes couldn't be expressed in any other manner. It's more accurate than any other written history because it's alive at this very moment.'

Martin Hayes

(the main fiddler below)