Sunday, December 5, 2010

365 Days, Day 180

A book must be an ice-axe to break the seas frozen inside our soul (Franz Kafka)

I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough without ever having felt sorry for itself (D.H. Lawrence)

When I got home from two pantomime performances last night, I was quite frozen and tired. I climbed into a warm bath with a book – light reading: Spud. (Am re-reading the first Spud book). I do not think this is the kind of book to which Kafka was referring, but it thawed my soul a bit.

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