#13: Bridge
‘Some people believe that when you die, you cross the River of Death and have to pay the ferryman. People don’t seem to worry about that these days. Perhaps there’s a bridge now.’ – Terry Pratchett, A Hat Full of Sky
Category: The Other Livvy
#12: Strike!
‘It is right that we should stand by and act on our principles; but not right to hold them in obstinate blindness, or retain them when proved to be erroneous.’ – Michael Faraday Today I am going on strike. I am manning a picket line. I am taking industrial action. I wrote before about why… Continue reading #12: Strike!
#11: Sunset
‘Far away in the west the sun was setting and the last glow of all too fleeting day lingered lovingly’- James Joyce, Ulysses
#10: Inside my umbrella
‘It was a rainy night. It was the myth of a rainy night.’ – Jack Kerouac, On the Road
#9: Oil slick
‘Where does the rainbow end, in your soul or on the horizon?’ – Pablo Neruda
#8: Helping hand
‘You were sick, but now you’re well again, and there’s work to do.’ – Kurt Vonnegut, Timequake In times of need, sometimes a helping hand is required. And surgical equipment, and wine, and crossed fingers… Ok Twitter, who wants to hear about something really weird and body-related?? Everyone? Oh good… — Exhibit A (@EA_unadorned) January… Continue reading #8: Helping hand
#7: Words of wisdom
‘Words are, of course, the most powerful drug used by mankind.’ – Rudyard Kipling Among my most valuable possessions are my grandfather’s notebooks from medical school. Eight battered volumes filled with his spidery handwriting, carefully annotated diagrams and additional notes written between 1940 and 1942. I love how some of these notes are identical to… Continue reading #7: Words of wisdom
#6: In the dark
‘A longing to wander tears my heart when I hear trees rustling in the wind at evening.’ – Hermann Hesse, Wandering
#5: Traffic light
‘The heart apparently doesn’t stop that easily.’ – Haruki Murakami, Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage
#4: Breakfast
‘”When you wake up in the morning, Pooh,” said Piglet at last, “what’s the first thing you say to yourself?” “What’s for breakfast?” said Pooh. “What do you say, Piglet?” “I say, I wonder what’s going to happen exciting today?” said Piglet. Pooh nodded thoughtfully. “It’s the same thing,” he said.’ – A.A. Milne