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| “Or how much curious and loving attention was expended by the first man who looked hard enough at the insides of trees, the entrails of cats, the hind ends of horses and the juice of pine tree to realize he could turn them all into the first fiddle. No doubt his wife urged him to get up and do something useful. I am sure that he was a stalwart enough lover of things to pay no attention at all to her nagging; but how wonderful it would have been if he had known what we know now about his dawdling. He could have silenced her with the greatest riposte of all time: Don’t bother me; I am creating the possibility of the Bach unaccompanied sonatas” (Robert Farrar Capon, The Supper of the Lamb, p. 19 HT to Doug Wilson |
For Halloween, my mom always had two baskets on the table. One was filled with the good stuff—Milky Way, Twix, Snickers, you name it. That was for the kids in costumes. But there was a second bowl. That one was filled with breath mints, and that was the one she pulled out when she saw teenagers coming up the drive.
If you think you’re smarter than my mom, you are wrong.
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