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It’s been a while.
Do you wonder then that this man’s behaviour used to puzzle me tremendously? He was an ordinary clergyman at that time as well as being Headmaster, and I would sit in the dim light of the school chapel and listen to him preaching about the Lamb of God and about Mercy and Forgiveness an all the rest of it and my young mind would become totally confused. I knew very well that only the night before this preacher had shown neither Forgiveness nor Mercy in flogging some small boy who had broken the rules.
So what was it all about? I used to ask myself.
Did they preach one thing and practise another, these men of God?
And if someone had told me at the time that this flogging clergyman, was one day to become the Archbishop of Canterbury, I would never have believed it. It was all this, I think, that made me begin to have doubts about religion and even about God. If this person, I kept telling myself, was one of God’s chosen salesmen on earth, then there must be something very wrong about the whole business.
—Roald Dahl
I am considering giving Zoe to a cute fat kid with a bicycle who said that he has been pedaling his bike back and forth in front of my house for weeks just to look at Zoe. His grandfather owns a huge house on the corner of my street and he’s been a good neighbor although I don’t know him personally.
If I finally decide to give Zoe to him, he should probably thank that kid Kenny in Everything Must Go because I just watched the movie and I liked Kenny and this boy reminds me so much of him.
One day I discovered the right tone. It was based on the way my grandmother used to tell her stories.
And he’s back.
(Source: susath-spain)
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]
(21 plays)
Lovesong - The Cure
However far away
I will always love you
c86:
Illustration by Yevgeny Charushin from the book Various Animals, 1929
via Library Things
I had this boring class back in university. Although generally all of them were like lullabies sans music, this particular class made everyone always deliberately came late because it was a lecture for two hour straight. My super smart professor tried hard to ask us questions but we didn’t even understand the subject.
What made every single minute after my professor said her question super awkward was her look. She looked at everyone of us, or at least the ones who were looking at her in the eyes at the moment, with a sincere, warm look. It was as if she knew we could answer her with complex explanation and difficult words. But we couldn’t. Or we didn’t care. We got back to our Sudoku and our Plants vs. Zombies.
One day, she caught my eyes and I couldn’t do anything else because I feel sorry for her. So I started to answer, stammering, bollocksing. She nodded and smile, maybe at my stupidity, but I felt good because I kind of helped her in a way.
I went to a Burger King to buy something to eat at home today. I had to wait for my friend so I sat in an empty seat with the take-away paper bags on the table. I heard two women talking behind me complaining about the lack of space and tables. After a while I decided to just take my bags and wait for my friend somewhere else. I turned to say that they could take my table, expected to see two desperate faces looking aroung the place. But both of them were impolitely staring at me and then at the table. At me then at my bags. Again and again. And then they started talking too loudly about how some people were just too careless and that tables were only for dining in.
I texted my friend to say that he didn’t need to hurry and that he should take his time.
