We drove through mist to the home of throwed rolls and a wet smiley face and locked doors greeted us. No throwed rolls for us. After dinner, the temperature dropped to exactly 32 degrees, and the rain turned to snow. Sliding through the parking lot was sweet. Even sweeter was the crowd in the third floor of the hotel next door, whistling as Gary carefully spelled out, "HELP." We're hoping a chopper doesn't see the words and fly down for a rescue. Then again, the snow has erased our mark by now.
Finally reading some good fiction and haven't shared any book quotes for a while ...
"She reminded him that the weak would never enter the kingdom of love, which is a harsh and ungenerous kingdom ... "
"In reality they were distracted letters, intended to keep the coals alive without putting her hand in the fire, while Florentino Ariza burned himself alive in every line."
Finally reading some good fiction and haven't shared any book quotes for a while ...
"She reminded him that the weak would never enter the kingdom of love, which is a harsh and ungenerous kingdom ... "
"In reality they were distracted letters, intended to keep the coals alive without putting her hand in the fire, while Florentino Ariza burned himself alive in every line."
2 comments:
I'm beginning to believe that Lambert's is never open. When my family tried to go there in the middle of a major thunderstorm on our way I don't know where, their electricity was out. No throwed rolls. :(
oh, mr. marquez ...
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