‘But the mingled, mingling threads of life are woven by warp and woof: calms crossed by storms, a storm for every calm. There is no steady, unretracing progress in this life; we do not advance through fixed graduations, and at the last one pause…’
Sunday, August 11, 2013
Z. Z. Packer, Drinking Coffee Elsewhere
'I sprayed her and sprayed her, and she turned over and over like a large beautiful dolphin, lolling about in the sun.' (124)
