Just read John Banville's The Sea . It was sad, meditative, and truly beautiful. Choice quotes: Happiness was different in childhood. It was so much a matter of accumulation, of taking things--new experiences, new emotions--and applying them like so many polished tiles to what would someday be the marvellously finished pavilion of the self. But then, at what moment, of all our moments, is life not utterly, utterly changed, until the final, most momentus change of all?
Repurposing my 15 year old blog, just like we're repurposing that odd pantry ingredient.