In memory of P.J.S. on her sixty-second birthday.
“…for me you are the only real poet of the sea, whereas you claim that it is only the ship itself you wanted to exalt… I don’t think you ever took my obsession with the sea seriously…in fact, because of my birth, childhood, and ancient insular atavism on a small Caribbean island, the sea is to me something absolutely basic, mingled with my very blood; and without my noticing, it has spread to every part of my being.
…one cannot stray far from the sea except by straying from oneself.”
Saint-Leger Leger, in a letter to Joseph Conrad, February 1921
Let us go then, you and I…
In memory of Jeanne Lee (January 29, 1939 – October 25, 2000)
In memory of P.J.S. on her fifty-ninth birthday.
Summer of ’94…
“We are tempted into thinking ourselves in peculiar situations. If you look closely, man’s found himself in the same sort of situations from the beginning. And what you discover is that particular minds along the way deal with the same problems. You begin to get a community of thought in relation to those problems as you go along. It ought to be of some hope in a dark age — which I take ours to be; I think we’re in a darker age than the late Middle Ages, and we take that to be a particularly dark age; I think there was more light about then.” — author Marion Montgomery, in the Athens Observer, 1981
“We will stay in a villa with a private pool with rose petals floating in it… We won’t leave before all those petals have withered away.” — Cor Schilder, 2014, passenger on Malaysia Airlines Flight 17
“…it is one of the advantages of fantasy that it aligns the irreconcilable.” — S.N. Behrman