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symbols


Each plate, each cup, even the little miniature saucers to sit the cups on, came separate in their own individual boxes. Bundled and wrapped in plastic bubbles and cardboard to show that they were special. Not like those cheap deals her neighbors got from the Dollar Mart that came all bunched up together and with

the mysterious


“Now the word symbol scares a good many people off, just as the word art does. They seem to feel that a symbol is some mysterious thing put in arbitrarily by the writer to frighten the common reader — sort of a literary Masonic grip that is only for the initiated …” – Flannery O’Connor

pemberley


After watching Jane Austen’s finest (version 2005) and developing not a little crush on Matthew Macfadyen… I’ve spent hours-into-days staring slack jawed at the Painted Hall. Wanting to touch, but not touch, the Veiled Vestal. Wishing the huge yew maze was large enough to get lost in. (It really isn’t.) It’s this thing you do

down from the mountain


Pa and his Snake Stick “How d’ya feel?” “Seventy-One.” He’s spent the last two days on top of the mountain. Chopping wood. Because the ten tonnes of coal he’s hauled in for the winter isn’t burning like it should. “Is it in your chest?” “Nah. I’m ok. I don’t feel old at all. I just

james blunt is sad


James Blunt makes us feel good about being depressed. (Not that I’m depressed, but his music almost makes me wish I were.) I realised this on my way home today. Listening to Radio1. People love him because they feel like he gives meaning to their misery. Adds a certain kind of celluloid romance to it

good lord woman!


Ever had one of those days where you just want to run and run until your lungs give out? Because it’s the only thing that will do? I feel like that today. Full of pent up anxiety. I feel the need. The need for speed. I hate that movie. I dare say running would do

thankful


The new year rings in the restart to my five-days-on / two-days-off gym routine. It’s painful but mandatory if I want to get any cardiovascular activity at all and not turn in to a sausage. They say it takes three weeks to form a habit, and that’s about how long it will hurt. After that

bright. and as black as burning coal.


His eyes sat, as eyes should sit. Square in in the center of his forehead. Low. With just enough space in between, but not too much. There was no strangeness to them. The color was not extraordinary. The shape, unremarkable. When he looked at you, they lay flat. Motionless. They saw but didn’t care. The

my mother is a fish


I hated Faulkner in school. Found his stream of consciousness irritating. Ended up buying “As I Lay Dying” because it was 99p in a bargain bin a few years ago – read it again over the course of the week in St Anne’s Square because I couldn’t be bothered socialising with my coworkers over the