Source: The Grave Danger of Being Silent
Another of Shelley’s skim off the cream, place to one side, and enjoy with Amaretti biscuits and chocolate sauce posts.
She is closed to comments or even ‘hang-on-a-second’ raised fingers.
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A writer ( mostly narrative poetry) of fiction and non-fiction. Self publisher of fiction and Involution-An Odyssey Reconciling Science to God (Runner-up Book of the Year (2013), One time builder ( Arts centre) Mother of four daughters: Companion of old man and old dog: One time gardener, lecturer, wannabe cellist, mostly enquirer of 'what's it all about', blogger and things as yet undiscovered.
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Thanks for sharing, Philippa. I’ll need to think about the word for my tombstone. 🙂
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It’s difficult enough to come up with a name for a child, a word that follows a person throughout their life. Re: ‘whisky,’ one might argue it’s a powerful distilled spirit.
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THanks. There are things I ought to read, and things I want to read. Feel this moves into the first, and on four hours sleep now is not the time. Thanks for sending it. Will certainly read.
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Not sure what my word might be. Silence (comes to mind). 🙂
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That was my first choice too Joe, but in the context it seemed forbidden.
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Yes, one can’t remain silent. Of course, thinking about silence, I’m off now thinking of music! BTW, thought of you the other day as I was reading this TNY article. Thought you might be interested: http://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2017/03/27/daniel-dennetts-science-of-the-soul
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