How does one possibly develop an adverse reaction to home
made soup? Home made soup is not only the real article, it’s also very cheap. This is unfair.
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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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...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 .
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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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Maybe it was something else you ate, and only chose to make you feel ill after the soup, the sneaky devil. Feel better.
Thank you for the comment on my story. I appreciate that you soldiered through and actually enjoyed it.
'Fraid not; it's happened the last three times. It brings the onset of some of the old fatigue symptoms. I wonder whether it's the rice, which I boil down to thicken the soup, and which I hardly ever eat otherwise. Or maybe it's the white bread rolls I have with it. It's the only time I eat white bread. All seems a bit feeble, though.
I didn't have to 'soldier through.' It kept me engrossed. There were some touching moments in it, some acute bits of awareness and observation, and I was glad you exercised restraint and didn't take it where you obviously COULD have taken it. The characters were my kind of characters and the story was my kind of story. The only thing that bothered me was that Beorn (being a bear, you understand) had skills and virtues way beyond my reach. Apart from that, it was easy and enjoyable.
I would be willing to put money on the white bread, honestly. Or it could be the rice, I suppose, if you don't soak it before boiling it.
Wow, okay. Thank you. One of the many reasons I didn't take the story to where I could have is because Tolkien never would have. I also think people are too quick to expose their characters' more intimate moments, and that really cheapens things. At least, in my opinion.
And hey, you've got to take up your issues regarding Beorn with his creator, hah!
I agree about the intimate moments cheapening things. There are some things that just have to be private to the characters. That's their right (in my opinion.) Annie found a different way over the issue in my novel, but she was a goddess...
Their right, indeed. Hmm, perhaps I'll have to read your novel one of these days.
I have this notion that when you write a story, you create a form of reality, and the characters are part of that process. So if the characters are real - albeit in a subtle way - why shouldn't they have rights?
Best wait until I'm dead before reading the novel, then you won't feel obliged to avoid telling me what you think.
I agree with you 100%, actually.
If I wait until you're dead, I may be waiting a while. I've never been the most patient of people.
Would you like me to hurry?
Goodness, no. That's not what's happened to you, is it?
You wouldn't get a doctor to sign his name to a certificate, but in all other respects...
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