I am in here.
Only I wake up like this Apropos of nothing, I woke up this morning with a line of William Butler Yeats running through my head: … Said that wild old wicked man Who travels where God wills. And I haven’t even thought of Yeats in a very long time, possibly a month. For me, that’s … Continue reading Daybreak, and a candle-end
Image via Wikipedia My old high school English teacher took it upon herself, for reasons unknown to me, to give me extra reading assignments. I was a book geek, and so was always glad to get suggestions of writers to read, and she did thus start me on a lifelong love of Yeats and some of Henry … Continue reading Music that stays with you: Beethoven and Serkin
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