“Judge Fowler knew Clara was not long for the world--it was the manner of how she seized everything that gave her away. Clara was vibrant in youth, beautiful and radiant upon her wedding night beyond compare! But death cannot be masked from those who can see the outline of its features scribbled in the margins of another’s being.” Life LessonsDramaThought ProvokingPhilisophical Book:The Beagle and the Hare Source: The Beagle and the Hare
“That golden pin ball of a hare must be fresh dead! Thirty eight rabbits, seven squirrels, and one kitty cat D.O.A--MEEEEOOOWWW! Bippity bop-bop-bop bippity boo! I’m not no swineherd, my flocks a dead zoo! Won’t crunch on no crumpets, I slurp bacon stew! Ain’t dyin’ in one life, “my brothaaaa”, I’m livin’ two! Yo! Everything melts like grilled cheese in the grease of Old Blue! Old Blue! Old Blue! Everything melts like grilled cheese in the grease of Old Blue!” The Old Blue the character raps of…is money.” Life LessonsDramaThought ProvokingPhilisophical Book:The Beagle and the Hare Source: The Beagle and the Hare
“The male rabbits began chattering their teeth against another’s, filling the room with a spastic, scratching sound, similar to a full shift of skate blades on a puck chase, cutting fresh ice. “An animal on a farm has no worth if it isn’t useful. I earned my right to survive--I’m named!” Life LessonsDramaThought ProvokingDescriptivePhilisophical Book:The Beagle and the Hare Source: The Beagle and the Hare
“Romantics. This book does contain some romantic ideas, and romantic situations that are of the heart, nothing that is in anyway X rated, not even R. But definitely a bit of romance.” Life LessonsDramaPhilosophicalThought Provoking Book:The Beagle and the Hare Source: The Beagle and the Hare
“Perhaps Clarence’s knowledge of the enormous day-to-day expense of the war machine was too much for a man who’s own father had insisted, “Never to waste salt on a radish!” Life LessonsDramaThought ProvokingPhilisophical Book:The Beagle and the Hare Source: The Beagle and the Hare
“When the golden rabbit had safely emerged out of the forbidden passage, he pondered the direction back to his lair. “How can it be I don’t live where I used to live anymore? How can that be? Alright then….alright. What a strange dream…I feel as though I’ve been eaves dropping in tempo…but not in time!” The hare hopped off, humming passages from Miles Davis’ “Kind of Blue”.” Life LessonsDramaThought ProvokingPhilisophical Book:The Beagle and the Hare Source: The Beagle and the Hare