“Between grief and nothing I will take grief.”“If I do not remember thee, let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth; if I prefer not Jerusalem to my chief joy.”“When he saw the River again he knew it at once. He should have; it was now ineradicably a part of his past, his life; it would be a part of what he would bequeath, if that were in store for him. But four weeks later it would look different from what it did now and did: he (the old man) had recovered from his debauch, back in banks … [Read more...] about If I Forget Thee, Jerusalem
Measuring out my life with coffee spoons ...and books
