The Cataract of the Cliff of Heaven...

The cataract of the cliff of heaven fell blinding off the brink
As if it would wash the stars away as suds go down a sink,
The seven heavens came roaring down for the throats of hell to drink,
And Noah he cocked his eye and said, “It looks like rain, I think,
The water has drowned the Matterhorn as deep as a Mendip mine,
But I don’t care where the water goes if it doesn’t get into the wine.”

-G. K. Chesterton, "Water and Wine" (full poem posted here)

Hurrican Preparedness

1) Apartment thoroughly cleaned from top to bottom, including window washing and a (surprise) complimentary carpet shampoo. Not sure about the logic of this cleaning frenzy, but I think it has something to do with battening the hatches.
2) Laundry laundered.
3) Bathtub / fridge / freezer filled with water.
4) Electronic gizmos fully charged and unplugged, in case of power surges.
5) Flashlights loaded and operational.
6) Stack of books and DVDs acquired from the library.
7) Chex mix made.
8) Slowly recovering from injuries incurred while washing windows. (See #1, and bear in mind that my windows are pretty tall, and washing them involves standing on a chair...that I may have fallen off of. Ouch.)

Bananas

In the whole story of the world, bananas have never once been a special treat.

-Gary Schmidt, Okay for Now

Broken Things

There aren't too many things around that are whole, you know. You look hard at most anything, and it's probably beat up somewhere or other. Beat up, or dinged up, or missing a piece, or tattoed. Or maybe something starts out whole and then it turns into junk, like Joe Pepitone's cap getting rained on in a gutter somewhere. Probably you can't even tell it's a cap anymore. Probably you wouldn't even want to pick it up if you saw it. But it didn't start that way. It started as Joe Pepitone's cap, and when he was out in the field, the sun was beating down on it from above the stands of Yankee Stadium and he could smell the grass and the dirt and the infield beneath its brim.

When you find something that's whole, you do what you can to keep it that way.

And when you find something that isn't, then maybe it's not a bad idea to try to make it whole again. Maybe.

-Gary Schmidt, Okay for Now

90 Second Newberry Presents: A Wrinkle in Time

- "A Wrinkle In Time" In 90 Seconds from James Kennedy

Heartless

All children are heartless. They have not grown a heart yet, which is why they can climb tall trees and say shocking things and leap so very high that grown-up hearts flutter in terror. Hearts weigh quite a lot. That is why it takes so long to grow one. But, as in their reading and arithmetic and drawing, different children proceed at different speeds. (It is well known that reading quickens the growth of a heart like nothing else.) Some small ones are terrible and fey, Utterly Heartless. Some are dear and sweet and Hardly Heartless at all.

-Catherynne M. Valente, The Girl Who Circumnavigated Fairyland in a Ship of Her Own Making, 4.

Unruly Things

Stories have a way of changing faces. They are unruly things, undisciplined, given to delinquency and the throwing of erasers. That is why we much close them up in thick, solid books so they cannot get out and cause trouble.

-Catherynne M. Valente, The Girl Who Circumnavigated Fairyland in a Ship of Her Own Making, 36.

Faithfulness

I meant what I said, and I said what I meant. An elephant's faithful, one hundred percent.

-Dr. Seuss, Horton Hatches the Egg

The Virtues of Pyjamas

It was Oswald who asked Father to let us have pyjamas instead of nightgowns; they are so convenient for dressing up when you wish to act clowns, or West Indian planters, or any loose-clothed characters.

-E. Nesbit, Oswald Bastable and Others, 46

Except Me

We all think a great deal too much of ourselves. We all believe--every man, woman, and child of us--in our very insidest inside heart, that no one else in the world is at all like us, and that things happen to us that happen to no one else. Now, this is a great mistake, because however different we may be in the colour of our hair and eyes, the inside part, the part that we feel and suffer with, is pretty much alike in all of us. But no one seems to know this except me.

-E. Nesbit, Oswald Bastable and Others, 123.

The Real Business of Life

Adventures are the real business of life. The rest is only in-betweenness--what Albert's uncle calls padding. He is an author.

-E. Nesbit, Oswald Bastable and Others, 35.

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Hmmm...not sure I agree with you, Oswald. I think the padding is kind of under-rated.

The Quality of Mercy

I handed the test in five minutes before the end of the day. Mrs. Baker took it calmly, then reached into her bottom drawer for an enormous red pen with a wide felt tip. "Stand here and we'll see you've done," she said, which is sort of like a dentist handing you a mirror and saying, "Sit here and watch while I drill a hole in your tooth." The first four were wrong, and she slashed through my answers with a broad swathe of bright red ink. It looked like the test was bleeding to death.

"Not such a good beginning," she said.

"The quality of mercy is not strained," I said.

-Gary D. Schmidt, The Wednesday Wars, 60.