Expect a most agreeable letter, for not being overburdened with subject (having nothing at all to say), there shall be no
check to my genius from beginning to end.
--Jane Austen
how should another know your mind?
And there was a beautiful view
But nobody could see.
Cause everybody on the island
Was saying: Look at me! Look at me!
--Laurie Anderson
will he discern what quickens you?
Saturday, June 5, 2010 @ 9:32 AM
“Say, Pooh, why aren’t you busy,” I said. “Because it’s a nice day,” said Pooh. “Yes, but ——” “Why ruin it?” he said. “But you could be doing something Important,” I said. “I am,” said Pooh. “Oh? Doing what?” “Listening,” he said. “Listening to what?” “To the birds. And that squirrel over there.” “What are they saying?” I asked. “That it’s a nice day,” said Pooh. “But you know that already,” I said. “Yes, but it’s always good to hear that somebody else thinks so, too,” he replied.