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Let me think . . . rattlesnake, jellyfish, hemlock, black widow, words without wisdom, power without compassion, appetite without boundaries, pleasure without gratitude, art without humility.. . . I wonder if Basil could write a song called “Poisonous Beauty.” In the journal where

Mr. Wordsworth, perhaps in a literature class at some point in your studies. He once wrote that the best portion of a good person’s life is ‘the little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and love.’

I find it interesting that Portugal was unaffected by World War II. I did not know that they were also neutral. I wonder how countries got to be that?

Some of his happiest moments now are story time with this little girl. To read with either was to drink from a chalice of gold.

heaven can draw a straight line with a crooked stick.”

Familiar:

Theo took note of the southernism. Ain’t. It was his first time to hear it used. It was a word that played squarely into the sort of stereotypical caricature of the South that Theo had brought to Golden.

Theo told the story of Sunday, in fact, as if the occurrence were nothing out of the ordinary, as if he didn’t quite understand what all the fuss was about. He had, after all, seen lots of Ellens in New York City.

Jere Short!

Mrs. Van Blarcum was a matriarch of St. James, a venerated and lifelong member whose family name was empaneled in the grand window that covered most of the sanctuary’s west wall.

Theo: “Theo tapped his forehead. “Maybe I am a crazy old man? Voílà! But by the time I meet them at the fountain, I feel as if I know them, at least a bit. That’s why I find your work so interesting. It’s as if you make it possible to look not merely at the face but through the face, to the heart of the person. To the possibility of the person.”