He puts his right hand lightly on the cup, I put my left, leaving the right free to transcribe, and away we go. We get, oh, 500 to 600 words an hour. Better than gasoline.
Category Archive: March 3
To love is to believe, to hope, to know; Tis an essay, a taste of Heaven below!
The seas are quiet when the winds give o’er; So calm are we when passions are no more!
Knowing some Greek helped defuse forbidding words – not that I counted much on using them. You’ll find only trace elements of this language in the poem.
I’d like to think the scientists need us – but do they? Did Newton need Blake?
How small a part of time they share, That are so wondrous sweet and fair!
Before trying a novel I wrote a couple of plays.
Arthur Young’s Reflexive Universe – fascinating but too schematic to fit into my scheme. The most I could hope for was a sense of the vocabulary and some possible images.
Stronger by weakness, wiser men become.
Circle are praised, not that abound, In largeness, but the exactly round.