Ride your horse along the edge of the sword Hide yourself in the middle of the flames Blossoms of the fruit tree will bloom in the fire The sun rises in the evening.
one of my senior seminars (a short 30 years ago at mawaca in fredericksburg) was on beckett; i need to go back and re-read him, i think i might see it better now. winnie always mystified me. i believed she'd have been happier had she noticed the water. was there water? again, i'll have to go back and check it out. the other seminar? c. s. lewis. revisiting him, also, and happily so. lovely posters: aardvarkonsea. svpply.