‘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…’
Friday, July 28, 2017
Ciaran Carson, The Star Factory
‘I loved the warmed, clean, glass jars, the long-handled aluminium ladle filling them with glop; the sacramental discs of waxed paper tamped on to the jam-skim;’
