Agreeable eye.

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More specifically concerning: tea

27.09.01

(unwell) Console myself with reading & umpteen cups of watery tea. Afternoons of such sweet enjoyableness are so rare with me that I tend to savor them, hold them lingering to myself, rather than share them.

The Fiendish Belly

How good one feels when one is full — how satisfied with ourselves and with the world! People who have tried it tell me that a clear conscience makes you very happy and contented; but a full stomach does the business quite as well, and is cheaper and more easily obtained. One feels so forgiving […]

respite

callings

And a fog settled over the village.

properly instructive (1)

How to make a cup of tea.

fugitive

A cup of over-steeped tea brings back the memory of student days, bent over a book, surrounded by papers, the tea overdrawing and becoming tepid, forgotten, on the desk. Legs crossed at the ankles, or sitting on one foot, it is possible to forget time itself, to say nothing of a cup of tea. A […]

weak tea and memory

From Asterios Polyp, in a passage on memory.

in the afternoon

Afternoon tea out at the country, in November.

esprit d’escalier

A view (30)

Boiling the kettle for tea steams up the windows. Still no snow, though.

a spring febricitation

on overstimulation and minor authors and spring-time

mulch

No snow, sadly. And of course expected – hoped for – snow at the mountain for Christmas; I’m sure there is, too, another few hundred feet further up. The only thing for it is to skate Skarphedin-like across the hardwood floors in stocking’d feet for another cup of tea.

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