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[Sep. 15th, 2010|03:51 am] |
"There was a time not too long ago when a man put out to sea and ceased to exist for two or three years or forever. And when the covered wagons set out to cross the continent, friends and relations remaining at home might never hear from the wanderers again. Life went on, problems were settled, decisions were taken. Even I can remember when a telegram meant just one thing - a death in the family. In one short lifetime the telephone has changed all that. If in this wandering narrative I seem to have cut the cords of family joys and sorrows, of Junior's current delinquency and junior Junior's new tooth, of business triumph and agony, it is not so. Three times a week from some bar, supermarket, or tire-and-tool-cluttered service station, I put calls through to New York and reestablished my identity in time and space. For three or four minutes I had a name, and the duties and joys and frustrations a man carries with him like a comet's tail. It was like dodging back and forth from one dimension to another, a silent explosion of breaking through a sound barrier, a curious experience, like a quick dip into known but alien water."
- John Steinbeck, "Travels With Charlie," 1962. |
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[Aug. 27th, 2010|08:30 pm] |
Hi James!
We found your book on a Letna garden seat, the seat near the statue, on 12/08!
We are Fabio and Alessandra: we are an Italian couple and we live in Rome.
We were in Prague that week! To us it was a really great surprise to find a book there!
We read about this habit to leave a book on a seat in parks, all around the world, but this was the very first time for us.
Please, you have to excuse us! We're are really in late! We hope to read it as soon as possible and when it will be we'll write you again but that time we'll write about the book.
We're just asking us why did you do this kind of gift to a perfect stranger? It was such a nice thought from you!
And, please, forgive our imperfect English!
Please, if you want tell us something more about you.
Kind regards!
Fabio & Alessandra |
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[Jul. 25th, 2009|09:59 pm] |
Sitting in a Vietnamese restaurant in Mt Eliza surrounded by family, baby niece asleep in my arms. I handed Stine my phone, notes application open, with a message : "best part of my week." She smiled, knowing, whispered something in my brother-in-law's ear and handed the phone back. Posted via LiveJournal.app. |
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