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April 5 - April 10, 2023
IN THE LIGHT OF eternity, time casts no shadow. Your old men shall dream dreams, your young men shall see visions. But what is it that the old women see? We see necessity, and we do the things that must be done. Young women don’t see—they are, and the spring of life runs through them. Ours is the guarding of the spring, ours the shielding of the light we have lit, the flame that we are. What have I seen? You are the vision of my youth, the constant dream of all my ages. Here I stand on the brink of war again, a citizen of no place, no time, no country but my own … and that a land lapped by no
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A fox took a shit next to me last night, but I didna step in it this morning. I suppose that’ll do, for a start.”
St. Teresa once remarked to God, ‘If this is how you treat your friends, no wonder you have so few of them.’
“Shall we lend ye a hand to take her home, Mr. Peabody?” “Better lend him a wheelbarrow,” Dottie whispered to Rachel, beside me, but luckily no one noticed.
“Ahh … Uncle,” Ian said, in a casual tone that made his uncle instantly focus attention on him. “What?” said his uncle warily. “Ye havena got your lass wi’ child, have ye?” “I have not,” Ian said, offended—and wondering vaguely how his uncle had known he was thinking of Rachel. “And why would ye think a thing like that, ye evil-minded auld mumper?” “Because I ken well enough what ‘Ahh … Uncle’ usually means,”
what did you say his name is?” “Colenso Baragwanath. He’s Cornish,” William added shortly, seeing a look of amusement flit across her face. “Really. I hope it isn’t catching.
“Now, pardon me for interrupting, but from what I understand, you Friends think a woman’s equal to a man, is that right?” “It is,” Rachel and Dottie said firmly together, and everyone laughed. Mrs. Figg flushed like a ripe black plum, but kept her composure. “Well, then,” she said. “If these ladies want to marry with you gentlemen, why do you think you got any business trying to talk them out of it? Have you maybe got your own reservations about the matter?”
“Do they teach ye in medical college how to spread your wife’s wee hams and lick her from tailbone to navel?” “I didn’t teach you that one!” “Indeed ye didn’t. And you’re a physician, no?”
“So now it’s space and time,” he said. “You ever watch Doctor Who on PBS?” “All the time,” she said dryly, “on the BBC. And don’t think I wouldn’t sell my soul for a TARDIS.”
EVEN WHEN THE world ends, things bloody go on happening. You just don’t know what to do about them.
