“I’d love to bottle your innocence and sell it to old streetwalkers.”–Arthur Bryant in Bryant & May and The Invisible Code
“The season had spring up its sleeve like a badly kept secret.” —Thrones, Dominations
Misread sign when driving by TCU stadium today: It said “General Parking,” but I read as “General Barking.” I immediately created a character named “General Barking Madd.” Been reading too much Wodehouse–if that’s possible. BTW, “wod” in Old English means “crazy/mad.” (Go ahead and call men in white coats . . .)
Thanks, Begin with Yes!
Who would have thought that the bard had so much blood in him?
Tim Madigan’s article is as beautiful as was the life of his subject.
Bought everything I wanted today at Trader Joe’s: Kerrygold butter, Tuscan pane, Trader Joe’s Stilton (creamy, not crumbly), crumpets, orange marmalade, and chocolate/vanilla ice cream with caramel sauce. Made me think of a favorite song from Sunday in the Park with George, “Children and Art”:
You would have liked her, Mama had fun;
Mama spent money, when she had none . . .
Mama said, “Honey, mustn’t be blue;
It’s not so much do what you like
As it is that you like what you do . . .”