Bedlington the Irrascible.
He lives in the garden
Berlioz the Fretful.
He lives in my bedroom.
The Nameless Wild One
and her cub.
They also live in my bedroom.
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...until death do re-unite or the Priestess return to Avalon.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts, for they have their own thoughts. You may house their bodies but not their souls, for their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you. For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
The moving finger writes and, having writ, moves on. Nor all your piety nor wit shall lure it back to cancel half a line, nor all your tears wash out a word of it.
There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow man. True nobility lies in being superior to your former self .
This character appears in one of my short stories, and also in the novel. He's sadder than he looks, poor thing.
About Me
- JJ
- Ashbourne, Derbyshire, United Kingdom
- I've never had money because I've never been driven by money. I received little formal education beyond the age of sixteen, which isn't such a bad thing since you get a different angle on life that way. Learning what you want and need to learn often reveals things that the system's road keeps hidden.
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To Be Retained...
...until death do re-unite or the Priestess return to Avalon.
Khalil Gibran on Children.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts, for they have their own thoughts. You may house their bodies but not their souls, for their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you. For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
OMAR KAYYAM ON REGRET.
The moving finger writes and, having writ, moves on. Nor all your piety nor wit shall lure it back to cancel half a line, nor all your tears wash out a word of it.
Herman Hess on Nobility
There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow man. True nobility lies in being superior to your former self .
Free Fiction
I have another blog called A Handful of Stories on which I've posted some of my short fiction. Most of it has been published by a variety of independent small press publishers, so somebody other than me must have thought it worth reading.
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10 comments:
Aw. Sweet. And i love tha name Berlioz. If i'd thought about it i would have named Liam that. Not really. But i do love that name.
I was always the 'namer' of the family - dogs, guinea pigs, rabbits... It's just a matter of reading the character.
So true. I know exactly what you mean. I love giving names.
I wish I could have named myself. I never liked Jeffrey, but I always felt I was stuck with it. I envy those who re-name themselves and be comfortable with it. Did I say I like Peanut?
I am not sure Peanut suits me, but it must have when i was a youngun.
I like Jeffrey. My first love was a Jeffery, called Jeff. I was only 13 and he was 16, which now i think is somewhat odd on his part. I was very flattered to be 'loved' by someone so much older. We 'dated' for 4 or 6 months which felt like forever to me then. So, i've always been fond of the name.
I like my names, too, which is fortunate. Andrea and Denise suite me well, i think. I have a book that explores names through numerology and the symbolism of Hebrew letters and the Kabbalah as well as the runic alphabet and the descriptions of both Andrea and Denise are eerily accurate in most ways. So is Alex and Alexander for Alex.
I will have to look Jeffrey up.
The Nameless Wild One looks very fierce! I like all your bears, but I think she's my favorite.
Andrea: Oddly enough, my first 'love' was 16 when I was 13. She had a job! Her name was Kathy, and I eventually swapped her for a Sandra who was a year younger than me. Even odder - she looked a bit like you.
Victoria: I won the Nameless Wild One (who just never seemed to want to be named) in a raffle at a time in my life when everything was going against me, so I'm particularly fond of her. Berlioz was rescued from a garbage can by my ex, Helen, when we lived together. And Bedlington had been hers since she was a child. She left him with me when she moved to Nottingham.
Beddington has attitude. I like this kind.
And talking about names, I don't feel myself fit with any name but Nutjrin, even as avatar in Second Life.
Bedlington is the tough guy of the family. I've considered having a hook fitted to his broken paw.
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