Archive for September 12th, 2010

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The Soul of a Home

September 12, 2010

The door was answered by a harassed woman who asked me to step inside quickly as she was on teh phone. Pushed into her drawing room, to my delight I was followed by two Siamese chocolate-point cats still in the flush of youth. I spoke to them, made a high-pitched sound and licked my lips. By the time the woman, a well-known literary agent, had finished her complicated argument with another publisher, they had competed for the best place on my lap. The loser had flung its front paws up on my chest and was looking longingly into my eyes.

‘How did you manage that?’ asked the agent accusingly. ‘They don’t like people. They’re a mistake. Apart from screaming for food, they ignore me, and the more visitors try to make a fush of them, the less they want to know. They’re weird – and you must be, too, attracting them like that. But then I’ve never understood you or your kind of books.”

~ Extract For the Love of a Cat: A publisher’s story, David St John Thomas

cats on quilts

 

Image Credit: Karin Sauer

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Don’t Look Back

September 12, 2010
Image Credit : Maria Buchner
“There must be some kinda way out of here”
Said the joker to the thief
“There’s too much confusion
I can’t get no relief”

“Businessmen, they, they drink my wine
Plowmen dig my earth
None will level on the line
Nobody of it is worth”, hey

“No reason to get excited”
The thief, he kindly spoke
“There are many here among us
Who feel that life is but a joke”

“But you and I, we’ve been through that
And this is not our fate
So let us not talk falsely now
The hour is getting late”, hey

Hey

All along the watchtower
Princes kept the view
While all the women came and went
Barefoot servants too

Outside in the cold distance
A wildcat did growl
Two riders were approaching
And the wind began to howl, hey

All along the watchtower
All along the watchtower

~ lyrics Bob Dylan

Further Reading: Veiltail Goldfish