Witches on the Ice.
...Always be wary of flowery speeches disquising lack of feeling, he thought to himself, unaware that the fullness of the soul can sometimes overflow into the emptiest of metaphors, that no one, ever, can express the measure of his desires, his ideas, his sufferings, and that human speech is but a cracked cauldron on which we beat tunes for dancing bears, when all the while we long to melt the stars.
Gustave Flaubert,
from Madame Bovary
There has been a black plastic bag caught on the telephone line outside my window for as long as I've lived in this house. I've watched it disintegrate in storms and winds and blizzards like a prayer rag. I make wishes that won't come true on stubborn bits of ghetto trash, but I expect part of the thing to still be there when I leave.
Gustave Flaubert,
from Madame Bovary
There has been a black plastic bag caught on the telephone line outside my window for as long as I've lived in this house. I've watched it disintegrate in storms and winds and blizzards like a prayer rag. I make wishes that won't come true on stubborn bits of ghetto trash, but I expect part of the thing to still be there when I leave.