Wednesday, August 17, 2011


Today was a host of fragments, splinters of the mind's eye, as Alan Dean Foster once put it.

Primus: breakfast, with interesting ladies and a priceless look of startlement on the face of one gentleman of long-standing acquaintance.

Secundus: lunch, where the hands do the burgers, and many shirts were bought.

Tertius: a memory of Luca Pacioli, patron saint of double-entry accounting.

Quartus: an inscription given to King Merikare — "be a craftsman in speech, that thou mayest be strong; the tongue is a sword to a man, and speech more valorous than any warfare."

Quintus: a quiet night, and the scent of forgotten jasmine in the cold hills.

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