Suggested by two posts today at other weblogs—
"The Ariel Thread" and "Spring in the Virgin Islands."
Background— Beach with Palms, One Story and Descanse .
Suggested by two posts today at other weblogs—
"The Ariel Thread" and "Spring in the Virgin Islands."
Background— Beach with Palms, One Story and Descanse .
“I have many names. What would you like to call me?” “Is one of them ‘Helen’?” She smiled like sunshine and I learned that she had dimples. She looked sixteen and in her first party dress. “You are very gracious. No, she’s not even a relative. That was many, many years ago.” Her face turned thoughtful. “Would you like to call me ‘Ettarre’?” “Is that one of your names?” “It is much like one of them, allowing for different spelling and accent. Or it could be ‘Esther’ just as closely. Or ‘Aster.’ Or even ‘Estrellita.'” “‘Aster,'” I repeated. “Star. Lucky Star!” |
Que descanse en paz.
Later the same evening…
an update in memory
of Patrick McGoohan:
“There is one story and one story only That will prove worth your telling…. …of the undying snake from chaos hatched, Whose coils contain the ocean, Into whose chops with naked sword he springs, Then in black water, tangled by the reeds, Battles three days and nights, To be spewed up beside her scalloped shore….” — Robert Graves, “To Juan at the Winter Solstice” |
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