“Years and years ago, when I was a boy, when there were wolves in Wales, and birds the color of red-flannel petticoats whisked past the harp-shaped hills, when we sang and wallowed all night and day in caves that smelt like Sunday afternoons in damp front farmhouse parlors, and we chased, with the jawbones of deacons, the English and the bears, before the motor car, before the wheel, before the duchess-faced horse, when we rode the daft and happy hills bareback, it snowed and it snowed.” YearsPastNightBoysCarFrontsColorBearsBirdRedYears AgoHorseHillsWheelsSundayAfternoonCavesAll NightMotorWalesHarpsDampParlorDuchessDaftFlannelsSunday AfternoonsMotor CarsDeacons Book:A Child's Christmas in Wales Source: A Child's Christmas in Wales
“Spooky things happen in houses densely occupied by adolescent boys. When I checked out a four-inch dent in the living room ceilingone afternoon, even the kid still holding the baseball bat looked genuinely baffled about how he possibly could have done it.” StillsDoneHappensKidsHouseRoomsBoysFourBaseballThings HappenAfternoonInchesAdolescenceBatsLiving RoomSpookyBaffled Author:Mary Blakely
“Talking things over has its place in an organization [but] so-called conferences are being grossly overdone. One executive stops at the desk of another to tell him, perhaps, about the wonderful score he made at golf on Saturday afternoon. This chin-chin immediately becomes a conference, and neither the office boy nor the telephone operator must disturb either gentleman. More idle gossip is indulged in at many business conferences these days than an old wives' sewing circle would be guilty of.” MadeWould BeTalkingBoysWifeWonderfulOfficeOrganizationGolfCirclesGuiltyThese DaysGentlemanScoreExecutivesGossipAfternoonDesksIdleSaturdayTelephonesConferencesChinsSewingOperatorsSaturday AfternoonIdle Gossip Author:B. C. Forbes
“For every Southern boy fourteen years old, not once but whenever he wants it, there is the instant when it's still not yet two o'clock on that July afternoon in 1863...” WantYearsStillsTwoBoysClockInstantSouthernAfternoonJulyFourteenIntruders Author:William Faulkner
“I've only been a mom for not even two years yet, so I haven't had much of a chance. But boy do I wish I could have lunch with my girlfriends in the middle of the afternoon. I don't remember the last time I had lunch in the afternoon with my girlfriends.” YearsTwoLastsRememberWishChanceBoysMiddleHavensMomGirlfriendTwo YearsLunchAfternoonLast TimeMy Girlfriend Author:Mila Kunis