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To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee,
One clover, and a bee,
And revery.
Th revery alone will do,
If bees are few. –Emily Dickinson

For centuries th abbey was home to one of th most
important libraries on the continent and a scriptorium where monks came to translate Greek and Arabic —today it
is a shadow of its former self. ...people stopped
loving books, then th work no longer interested
anyone, and then knowledge disappeared. Scribes started
making books quickly, with crude strokes, performing th
task joylessly. Books were no longer a treasure.

Before the seventh century, Mont Saint-Michel didn’t
even exist; the rocky isle where the abbey stands today was
known as Mont Tombe – a mountain twice over, because it
seems that the word tombe didn’t mean a tomb or a grave,
but a simple knoll.

But over the years it had taken on substance in some recess of his mind and merged there with other things: the shrieking of a tidal wave, the ineluctable force of high tide, the avalanching break of surf upon a shoal...

read COUSIN RACHEL; on to th popular REBECCA… m

Tried COUSIN RACHEL; on to th popular REBECCA… m

Kiki had one as well — a little black cat named Jiji

Kiki had one as well — a little black cat named Jiji

But over the years it had taken on substance in some recess of his mind and merged there with other things: the shrieking of a tidal wave, the ineluctable force of high tide, the avalanching break of surf upon a shoal...

Imagine that you had been obliged to lie absolutely motionless on your back—constrained to come up with ways to render this Calvary tolerable for the rest of your life.

My solution has been to scroll through my life, my thoughts, my fantasies, my memories, mis-memories, and the like until I have chanced upon events, people, or narratives that I can employ to divert my mind from the body in which it is encased.

Imagine that you had been obliged to lie absolutely motionless on your back—constrained to come up with ways to render this Calvary tolerable for the rest of your life.

My solution has been to scroll through my life, my thoughts, my fantasies, my memories, mis-memories, and the like until I have chanced upon events, people, or narratives that I can employ to divert my mind from the body in which it is encased.

Imagine that you had been obliged to lie absolutely motionless on your back—constrained to come up with ways to render this Calvary tolerable for the rest of your life.

My solution has been to scroll through my life, my thoughts, my fantasies, my memories, mis-memories, and the like until I have chanced upon events, people, or narratives that I can employ to divert my mind from the body in which it is encased.