Thought for life

  • 'We are the carriers of lives and legends - who knows the unseen frescoes on the private walls of the skull?' The House of Breath William Goyen, 1975

Post-It Quote of the Day

  • “I'm a failed poet. Maybe every novelist wants to write poetry first, finds he can't and then tries the short story, which is the most demanding form after poetry. And failing at that, only then does he take up novel writing.” William Faulkner

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May 22, 2008

In Devon, gates are for . . .

Gate
. . . looking over, especially when they are at the end of your road.

Comments

Looks so inviting. Is there a bull just around the corner or can one walk through and admire the view?

Well, knowing you, Juliet, you'd probably take a chance. But if you were unlucky, the running would help keep you in tip-top condition for your Race for Life. Great to see the donations coming in . . .

That's a nice view! It's funny, but seeing a view over a gate like that always brings to mind that poem of William Henry Davies', called 'Leisure'. It begins - 'What is this life, if, full of care, we have no time to stand and stare?'

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