IHe has a blessing granted to very few: He's content.
A quiet place away from an unquiet world. A place where solitude can be fulfilled.
According to Kundera, it started in London then spread to Paris, then on to Vienna, Prague, Budapest, Belgrade, and Istanbul.
Kundera thought it odd that an entire species would desert the natural word for the unnatural world.
Whatever was it all for? Timmy couldn't imagine. He thought about it often but came to no conclusions
Ah well, it's almost time for dinner.
Yes the person you're listening to may prattle on about nothing important. That's not the important part.
The important part is that you're listening. Someone else cares about them. Someone gives a damn. How amazing.
The one-world, no-more-war crowd has been taught that the only people who support war are war-mongering adventurers and stupid patriots.
While the kitties stared with frighted eyes from inside their carrying case. We chatted about them.
It has taken many years to turn common sense into nonsense. The long struggle is now over. Isn’t nasty reality really much more worth the attention of the serious artist? Celebration of beauty, truth, and goodness is so, “yesterday”.
A few tales out of hundreds that take only a few paragraphs to tell. None important in any way. They stay in my head, anyway.
With no one to interfere, Flora and local flora, could bloom in their own special ways
The Maid of Orleans is probably better known by the anglicized version of her name: Joan of Arc.