Carl Spitzweg The Bookworm c.1850
‘Books!’ said Tuppence.
She produced the word rather with the effect of a bad-tempered explosion.
‘What did you say?’ said Tommy.
Tuppence looked across the room at him.
‘I said “books”,’ she said.
‘I see what you mean,’ said Thomas Beresford.
Bonjour Marie-Agnes, Janice et Jean-Claude! Hello again from Scotland!
Hotel Marbella, Biarritz – September 2010 © Scotiana 2010
Please let me begin today, Marie-Agnes et Jean-Claude, by recalling that joyful, sunny day in late summer when Margaret and I met you for the first time, at Biarritz on the Atlantic coast. From the deserted [...]
Kenneth White – The Blue Road -1990 – Mainstream Publishing
Herman Melville came North to Canada on his honeymoon trip, when he was twenty-nine years old. In Montreal, he met Captain Coffin, about to leave on a whaling expedition up the norh Coast to Labrador. Maybe that was [...]