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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.
BOOKS
Anyone interested in viewing the availablity of my novel Odyssey or novella The Gift Horse can do so here.
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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- On Poles and Patience.
- Wasting Time.
- Moving On.
- After Jean-Luc.
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- The Hobby Horses of Old England.
- Side Stepping the Commercial Tricks.
- Oddness and a Little Experiment.
- Disappointment.
- Barking Up the Wrong Assistant.
- And What a Time it Was.
- Priorities and Prejudices.
- Misconstruing and Just Missing.
- Empty Pleasures and Bad Jokes.
- A Question of Smartness.
- Hotels and Hostile Territory.
- Is God a Comedian?
- Epilogue on Tonight.
- An Epiphany of Sorts.
- The Importance of Place.
- Obeying the Voice.
- Zero Carbon Alert.
- The Magic of Dance.
- Admitting the Truth.
- Cameron and the Point at Issue.
- The Mystery of Mountain View.
- Malfunction, Strangeness, and Not Being Crazy.
- Choosing the Moment.
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- On Criminal Behaviour and Coffee.
- Nearly Instant Karma.
- A Tentative Obituary.
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- How to Know Yourself.
- Hunting Big G.
- Fantasy, Actually.
- Meeting Mrs Lopsided.
- Approving the Line.
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- For the Borg.
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- The Star Trek Myth.
- On Being a Softie.
- Searching Closer to Home.
- Back to Basics.
- M's Music.
- The Privacy of Scratching.
- Losing with Humour.
- After Much Editing.
- Respecting the Refugees.
- Choosing the Trivial.
- A Tiny Post.
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- Getting the Hint.
- Having Nothing Much to Say.
- Crossing the Age Divide.
- On Being Inadequate.
- Lost for Words.
- The Story of my Life...
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All the permanent pictures and some of the posted ones on this blog are my copyright. Most of them, however, are placed with a picture library which holds the licensing rights. I don't, therefore, have the legal right to grant permission to use them.
An Inhabitant of the Hungry Ghost Realm
This character appears in one of my short stories, and also in the novel. He's sadder than he looks, poor thing.
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