“I returned to New Orleans and my problems with pari-mutuel windows and a dark-haired, milk-skinned wife from Martinique who went home with men from the Garden District while I was passed out in a houseboat on Lake Pontchartrain, the downdraft of U.S. Army helicopters flattening a plain of elephant grass in my dreams.” MenProblemHomeDreamDarkWifeGardenWindowArmyGrassLakesMilkElephantsNew OrleansHelicopters Author:James Lee
“I am a product of endless books. My father bought all the books he read and never got rid of any of them. There were books in the study, books in the drawing room, books in the cloakroom, books (two deep) in the great bookcase on the landing, books in a bedroom, books piled as high as my shoulder in the cistern attic...In the seemingly endless rainy afternoons I took volume after volume from the shelves. I had always the same certainty of finding a book that was new to me as a man who walks into a field has of finding a new blade of grass.” MenTwoBookFatherWalksRoomsStudyFieldsProductsFindingsDrawingEndlessShouldersCertaintyGrassAfternoonVolumeBedroomShelvesBladesLandingRainyGreat BookAtticsBlades Of GrassBookcases Author:C. S. Lewis
“Elderly gentlemen, gentle in all respects, kind to animals, beloved by children, and fond of music, are found in lonely corners of the downs, hacking at sandpits or tussocks of grass, and muttering in a blind, ungovernable fury elaborate maledictions which could not be extracted from them by robbery or murder. Men who would face torture without a word become blasphemous at the short fourteenth. It is clear that the game of golf may well be included in that category of intolerable provocations which may legally excuse or mitigate behavior not otherwise excusable.” MenWellsKindMayChildrenFacesFoundGamesAnimalClearBehaviorLonelyMurderBlindGolfExcuseCornersGentleGrassBelovedGentlemanTortureCategoriesElderlyFuryHackingRobberyProvocationMutteringMalediction Author:A. P. Herbert
“Winding her arms close around his neck, she closed her eyes. To be embraced, safe in a man's arms when she had never expected it to happen again, this would be enough.Time sheltered their embrace, enfolding them within a summer scented capsule that felt endless and theirs alone. The fragrance of grass and sunlight and nearby water sweetened each breath. Theirs was the music of birds ans the lazy buzz of insects and the beating of two hearts. Yes, she thought, she didn't need more. This would be enough.” MenNeedsHeartTwoEnoughHappensWould BeEyeFeltWaterArmsSafeSummerBirdBreathsEmbraceExpectedEndlessGrassNecksLazySunlightHer EyesInsectsFragranceEnough TimeBuzzTwo Hearts Author:Maggie Osborne