December 2009
16 posts
And while I’m on a roll here…I’ve been reading The Age of Innocence (finally, considering my mom publishes on Edith Wharton and all) and these are two favorite lines I’ve come across so far:
“Are we only Pharisees after all?” he wondered, puzzled by the effort to reconcile his instinctive disgust at human vileness with his equally instinctive pity for human frailty.
…he...
WatchColbert’s verse at 1:45 is pretty great.
When the Wind Stops by Verlyn Klinkenborg (NYT)
This farm lies on an eastward-facing slope, which rises gradually to a thickly wooded ridge in the west. I can feel the mass of that hill whenever the sun goes down, and yet, where wind is concerned, there’s very little lee to it. Last week, the wind came ripping over the crest, knocking down a couple of fence sections and gnawing at the trees with...
