I think just goes to show that my technology has learned that I probably know more about… Continue reading →
There are recordings out there of my Dad, saying “Man is it cold” when it was minus twenty or so. Continue reading →
For like a shaft, clear and cold, the thought pierced him that in the end the Shadow was only a small and passing thing: there was light and high beauty for ever beyond its reach. Continue reading →
Do they still make books like this? Continue reading →
As the fletcher whittles and makes straight his arrows, so the master directs his straying thoughts.
