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His hands were large and expressive, and he had moved easily in his chair, as if he felt it a pleasure to inhabit a body of which he’d never been ashamed – he’d smelt not of soap or fragrance but of clean skin. His lips had looked as if they had ashes on them: ‘He needs to drink more water,’ said Thomas tenderly, ‘or he’ll get headaches.’
Sarah Perry • Enlightenment
Other nights found a group of us on the dining room deck, sipping whiskey with the assistant director of the camp, Mo, a Stanford alum taking a break from his English PhD, and discussing literature and the weighty matters of postadolescent life. The next year he returned to his PhD, and later he sent me his first published short story, summing up
... See morePaul Kalanithi • When Breath Becomes Air
In his book The Crofter and the Laird, the American author John McPhee journeys to Colonsay, the tiny Hebridean island that was the home of his ancestors. Here, he discovers, ‘almost every rise of ground, every beach, field, cliff, gully, cave, and skerry has a name’. The island has only 138 inhabitants, but 1,600 place names.
Joe Moran • First You Write a Sentence.: The Elements of Reading, Writing … and Life.
Below the church lies the litde valley and Charley Schrack’s rich fields, and beside it an old churchyard where sooner or later all the valley people are buried. Tonight after the big rain the earth is steaming and a white cottony mist lay over the valley. During the evening a big, red harvest moon came up behind Charley’s woods silhouetting the
... See more‘Life, to be sure, is nothing much to lose,’ I quoted from Housman. ‘But young men think it is, and we were young.’
Andrew O'Hagan • Mayflies: A MAJOR BBC DRAMA FOR CHRISTMAS 2022
between an old man who looked like a receptacle of all the world’s dirt and disease and a young boy, a redhead, who would look like that man one day, if one could read, in the dullness of his eye, anything so real as a future.