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nightdog_barksHazy sun, warm. Pruned tomatoes a bit yesterday; Chango helped by barking enthusiastically at two squirrels that were chasing each other in the trees. Still reading The Secret Lives of Somerset Maugham -- Maugham traveled to the United States in 1910, and here is a short bit Maugham wrote later in life about visiting the American novelist Henry James (who was also just visiting the U.S., and who felt quite uncomfortable in his native land), and about how James insisted on accompanying him to an intersection to catch the streetcar from Cambridge to Boston:
I protested that I was perfectly capable of getting there by myself, but he would not hear of it, not only on account of the kindness and the great courtesy which were natural to him, but also because America seemed to him a strange and terrifying labyrinth in which without his guidance I was bound to get hopelessly lost ... The street-car hove in sight and Henry James was seized with agitation. He began waving frantically when it was still a quarter of a mile away. He was afraid it wouldn't stop, and he besought me to jump on with the greatest agility of which I was capable. ... I was so infected by his anxiety that when the car pulled up and I leapt on, I had almost the sensation that I had had a miraculous escape from certain death. I saw him standing on his short legs in the middle of the road, looking after the car, and I felt that he was trembling still at my narrow shave.
:-D
Still pleased and excited over last night's Sherlock, and very much looking forward to the next season, whenever it arrives.
Also,
1) On the one hand, I want it to be over. On the other hand, I'll be sorry when it's gone. I've met some awesome people through this fandom (one of them in Real Life), and I'll always remember that.
2) What if it's all been a dream since Point X? Since "Moving On"? Since "Help Me"? Since "Wilson's Heart"? Since, god help us, the ketamine coma?
3) What if it's Wilson's dream? When Wilson asked Thirteen, "Does it ever stop being surreal?", was he talking about terminal illness, or being dead?
4) Did House stop the chemo before it was finished? I still think he did, even if it's never canon. And on that note, I seriously hope there's a point to making this last round of "medicine" so damn bad. A super-chemo? That doesn't make your hair fall out, or leave you fatigued, or wreck your taste buds? Come ON, writers. Really, now.
5) What does it all mean? How many angels can dance on the head of a pin? Is it the handkerchief of the Lord? Who killed the pork chops? What price bananas?
6) "Will we walk all night through solitary streets? The trees add shade to shade, lights out in the houses, we'll both be lonely."
7) Six things make a post.
Whatever happens tonight ... it's been an amazing ride. Not a valediction, but a valentine. ♥ to all of you.
I protested that I was perfectly capable of getting there by myself, but he would not hear of it, not only on account of the kindness and the great courtesy which were natural to him, but also because America seemed to him a strange and terrifying labyrinth in which without his guidance I was bound to get hopelessly lost ... The street-car hove in sight and Henry James was seized with agitation. He began waving frantically when it was still a quarter of a mile away. He was afraid it wouldn't stop, and he besought me to jump on with the greatest agility of which I was capable. ... I was so infected by his anxiety that when the car pulled up and I leapt on, I had almost the sensation that I had had a miraculous escape from certain death. I saw him standing on his short legs in the middle of the road, looking after the car, and I felt that he was trembling still at my narrow shave.
:-D
Still pleased and excited over last night's Sherlock, and very much looking forward to the next season, whenever it arrives.
Also,
1) On the one hand, I want it to be over. On the other hand, I'll be sorry when it's gone. I've met some awesome people through this fandom (one of them in Real Life), and I'll always remember that.
2) What if it's all been a dream since Point X? Since "Moving On"? Since "Help Me"? Since "Wilson's Heart"? Since, god help us, the ketamine coma?
3) What if it's Wilson's dream? When Wilson asked Thirteen, "Does it ever stop being surreal?", was he talking about terminal illness, or being dead?
4) Did House stop the chemo before it was finished? I still think he did, even if it's never canon. And on that note, I seriously hope there's a point to making this last round of "medicine" so damn bad. A super-chemo? That doesn't make your hair fall out, or leave you fatigued, or wreck your taste buds? Come ON, writers. Really, now.
5) What does it all mean? How many angels can dance on the head of a pin? Is it the handkerchief of the Lord? Who killed the pork chops? What price bananas?
6) "Will we walk all night through solitary streets? The trees add shade to shade, lights out in the houses, we'll both be lonely."
7) Six things make a post.
Whatever happens tonight ... it's been an amazing ride. Not a valediction, but a valentine. ♥ to all of you.