Searching for plane fare and running across essays by Emerson is like finding a candle still burning in the wind. Breathing is less fun, for the adventure begins with one of his on history. It is, our story by the way. Writ large and into a seamless whole by the master of the piqued.
May I recommend, and I may, that you read Emerson with an open heart, a foul tongue and a penchant for anger?
Because he writes as such, and no other can master the phrases that he endeavors with languid hearts full of passion and pain. The dichotomy is fierce. Lion-like you might say.
Not a one of us is hurting for having read him. But there are many lost who have not.
From VA to NC, GA and back, he has kept me company throughout the thin blue veil.
Sky. Fear. Angst. Ralph; in no particular order.
May I recommend, and I may, that you read Emerson with an open heart, a foul tongue and a penchant for anger?
Because he writes as such, and no other can master the phrases that he endeavors with languid hearts full of passion and pain. The dichotomy is fierce. Lion-like you might say.
Not a one of us is hurting for having read him. But there are many lost who have not.
From VA to NC, GA and back, he has kept me company throughout the thin blue veil.
Sky. Fear. Angst. Ralph; in no particular order.
