“The great English sports are pursued almost as fiercely by sedentary men who cannot sit a donkey, and by quiet women who cannot drown a mouse, as by the booted and spurred. They hunt in imagination. They follow the fortunes of the Berkeley, the Cattistock, the Quorn, and the Belvoir upon phantom hunters. They roll [...]
Archive for the ‘Literature’ Category
Upon Phantom Hunters
Posted in Literature on November 10, 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
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
On Preparing for the Coming of Winter
Posted in Art, Literature on September 16, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
“Passed a very little boy in the street to-day, who had on a home-made cap of a woodchuck-skin, which his father or elder brother had killed and cured, and his mother or elder sister had fashioned into a nice warm cap. I was interested by the sight of it, it suggested so much of family [...]
