Excerpted from Christopher Morley’s A Book of Days: Being a Briefcase packed for his own Pleasure
DECEMBER 7, MON. 1931
Two evils, monstrous either one apart,
Possessed me, and were long and loath at going:
A cry of Absence, Absence, in the heart,
And in the wood the furious winter blowing.Dear love, these fingers that had known your touch,
And tied our separate forces first together,
Were ten poor idiot fingers not worth much,
Ten frozen parsnips hanging in the weather.— JOHN CROWE RANSOM, Winter Remembered
aaahhh, you’re killing me Sheila….
Hang in there!!!
check your email- i emailed you this morning, and have an update.