“A.Darell” would just be the sort of thing that she would have to put on all her themes for her class in Composition and Rhetoric–so tasteless. All the other kids had to do it, too, except for Olynthus Dam, because the class laughed so when he did it the first time.
p.79, Second Foundation. Isaac Asimov.
Long before Pat’s death, he’d been profoundly unsteadied when she had slipped her hand into his and let her fingers run along his arm. At one point, she began winking at him during sermons, which distracted him to such a degree that he resumed his old habit of preaching over the heads of the congregation, literally. […] Now Pat, good soul, was cold in the grave, and Edith’s casserole was hot on his counter.
A Light in the Window, Jan Karon. Pages 11, 12.
The Broke and the Bookish want to know which ten authors we’d invite to Thanksgiving dinner. I tried to choose a group of people who would get along and enjoy themselves — I didn’t invite Marcus Aurelius, for instance, because I can’t imagine he’d enjoy such an affair.
1. Isaac Asimov (…who knows a bit of everything, is witty and charming, and enjoys wordplay.)
2. Kurt Vonnegut (who would hopefully announce, “If this isn’t nice, I don’t know what is.”)
3. Carl Sagan (whom I would ask to bring an apple pie, baked from scratch.)
4. Brian Fagin (general historian who seems to have specialized the role of climate change in human history)
5. Mary Roach, who I recently heard interviewed: she is as fascinating and funny in person as she is as the author of Spook, Stiff, and other pop-science works.
6. David Sedaris (who, hopefully, would not go into an absurdly funny story just as I am taking a sip of my beverage..)
7. John Shelby Spong (who might help us keep things in perspective)
8. Tenzin Gyatsao (because I want to see that beaming smile just once in person)