Agreeable eye.

an eudæmonistarchives

teatime

letterbox or writing tablet

Life is too short for this book which smells of potpourri and afternoons misspent in faded floretry. I cannot tell whether it is the cloying stink or the dullness of the matter (promising to tend where I do not care to follow: to gossip and muddle and the human failing of overestimated importance) that caused me to set this book aside. I will not give its title, because its particularity is not important.

It was foggy this morning; the afternoon’s bread & margarine and coffee helped clear the skies.


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