“An Unfair Advantage” by Elizabeth Howell Ingham from Century magazine, 1908
Archive for October, 2009
An Unfair Advantage
Posted in Art, Chess on October 29, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Courage
Posted in Literature on October 28, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
“It is hard to be brave,” said Piglet, sniffing slightly, “when you’re only a Very Small Animal.”
– Winnie-the-Pooh
A Little Something
Posted in Literature on October 23, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
“Pooh went back to his own house, and feeling very proud of what he had done, had a little something to revive himself.”
– A.A. Milne in Winne-the-Pooh
Upstairs
Posted in Literature on October 22, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Let it rain!
Who cares?
I’ve a train
Upstairs.
– A.A. Milne, Now We Are Six
Leningrad? Beirut? Sarajevo?
Posted in First-person accounts on October 17, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
“The caves were plainly becoming a necessity, as some persons had been killed on the street by fragments of shells. The room that I had so lately slept in had been struck by a fragment of a shell during the first night, and a large hole made in the ceiling. I shall never forget my [...]
About the Ending
Posted in Literature, Music on October 15, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
“You’ve got to go on and off with a bang. From the audience’s point of view, though, the ending is more important than the beginning. You’ve got to know where the hell you’re going. If you mess up the ending, it’s over. You’ve just signed your death warrant.”
– Les Paul, in Guitar Player Magazine, August [...]
More Advice
Posted in Literature on October 13, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
“If you try to talk to the bison, he never quite understands.”
– A.A. Milne in When We Were Very Young
Sage Advice
Posted in Literature on October 11, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
He gets what exercise he can
By falling off the ottoman.
– A.A. Milne, When We Were Very Young
A Basket of Chips
Posted in Art, Literature, Walking on October 7, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
“Saw Abel Brooks there with a half-bushel basket on his arm. He was picking up chips on his and neighboring lots; had got about two quarts of old and blackened pine chips, and with these was returning home at dusk more than a mile. Such a petty quantity as you would hardly have gone to [...]
A Murder of Them
Posted in Dogs, Literature on October 6, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
“They sit in the trees and on the electric wires and on the roofs and they watch everything, the sinister little bastards.”
– Enzo the dog, on crows, in The Art of Racing in the Rain by Garth Stein
