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The problem, he now realized, was not that his mind had been too open, but rather, that his heart had been too/… Read full post »
Monseigneur, one of the great lords in power at the Court, held his fortnightly reception in his grand hotel in Paris. Monseigneur was in his inner room, his sanctuary of sanctuaries, the Holiest of Holiests to the crowd of worshippers in… Read full post »
She has taken the Interstate because it is faster; the two-lane roads might have been safer, but that is no longer something she allows herself to… Read full post »
Hundreds of People
The quiet lodgings of Doctor Manette were in a quiet street-corner not far from Soho-square. On the afternoon of a certain fine Sunday when the waves of four months had roiled over the trial for treason, and carried it, as to the public interest and memory, far out/… Read full post »
Those were drinking days, and most men drank hard. So very great is the improvement Time has brought about in such habits, that a moderate statement of the quantity of wine and punch which one man would swallow in the course of a night, without any detriment to… Read full post »
From the dimly-lighted passages of the court, the last sediment of the human stew that had been boiling there all day, was straining off, when Doctor Manette, Lucie Manette, his daughter, Mr. Lorry, the solicitor for the defence, and its counsel, Mr. Stryver, stood gather… Read full post »
Deregulation was the Name of the Game. The fuel that builds the fire that lives inside… inside the House That Greed Built; the fire that lights the House and burns the poor and leaves the dead to die alone and remain unburied outside the City, and gives the… Read full post »
Mr. Attorney-General had to inform the jury, that the prisoner before them, though young in years, was old in the treasonable practices which claimed the forfeit of his life. That this correspondence with the public enemy was not a correspondence of to-day,… Read full post »
They read our e-mails, our texts, our Facebook Page. They listen in to our phone conversations. They sort us by age, weight, height, sex, ethnicity, religious affiliations or lack thereof. They judge us by whether we can dance, cook, sing, lose weight, be interesting, and whether or not we are photog… Read full post »
Book the Second -- The Golden Thread
Five Years Later
Tellson's Bank by Temple Bar was an old-fashioned place, even in the year one thousand seven hundred and eighty. It was very small, very dark, very ugly, very incommodious. It was an old-fashioned place, moreover, in the moral attribute… Read full post »
Sunday morning came down to us with no promises.
At signs of first daylight the sky dropped and the rain and thunder tumbled out, wrapped in gray, and with the wind, swept over the empty yards before us before coming to rest, exhausted, to seep, slow and alive,… Read full post »
I've never rode on a train in my life and didn't know that I was on this one until I woke up.
Vague remembrances of long-ago satisfactions, purer than happiness, drifted pleasantly into my mind.
Listening to Procol Harum and blinking away sleep,… Read full post »
First published on Open Salon on February 28, 2013
His father was a white man. His mother's name was Harriet Bailey, his mother's parent's names were Isaac and Betsey Bailey. His mother was taken away from him before the age of one. He never knew his mother as… Read full post »
A large cask of wine had been dropped and broken, in the street. The accident had happened in getting it out of a cart; the cask had tumbled out with a run, the hoops had burst, and it lay on the stones just outside the door of… Read full post »
A ten-dollar, five-foot-tall Salvation Army Christmas tree stands in the corner of our frontroom, in front of the old ten-dollar Dollar General quilt nailed up to the door to keep the cold out. It stands between the futon, which sits in front of a wall-wide, floor-to-ceiling homemade bookcase loaded… Read full post »
[Originally posted at Open Salon in 2012]
It has become evident to me that Open Salon means different things to different people. This is my idea of what Open Salon is and is not.
Is Open Salon a bureaucracy? [government run by officials].
I don't think so.
Is Open Salon,… Read full post »
[This post was originally published on Open Salon in 2012]
The expired plates on the car were less conspicuous, maybe, but still a source of concern, and driving without insurance an even bigger worry. And the car had been packed and stacked so high with stuff, that it was taller… Read full post »
Notes Nailed To A Door, Vol. 15
This, from the Dec. 15th, 2014 New York Times:
[Supreme] Court Rules For A Mistaken Police Officer
"WASHINGTON — A police officer can stop a car based on a mistaken understanding of/… Read full post »
Before I roll with this, here's a couple of simple rules that I always keep up front and center, and include them here as good advice: Never mistake patience for ignorance, and never mistake kindness for weakness.
When a friendship ends, sometimes an explanation is due, even if… Read full post »
A Wonderful fact to reflect upon, that every human creature is constituted to be that profound secret and mystery to every other. A solemn consideration, when I enter a great city by night, that every one of those darkly clustered houses encloses its own… Read full post »
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