The Road Not Taken
by ROBERT FROST
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I ~
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
~ Robert Frost (March 26, 1874 - January 29, 1963) U.S. Poet Laureate, Pulitzer Prize for Poetry.
Wishing you health, happiness & prosperity in the new year...
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Saturday, January 4, 2014
Tuesday, December 31, 2013
Smile for Today ~
"On the anniversary of Queen Victoria's death, her children would visit the mausoleum at Frogmore. One year, as they knelt piously in prayer, a dove entered the mausoleum and flew about. 'It is dear Mama's spirit,' they murmured. 'No, I am sure it's not,' contradicted Princess Louise. 'It must be dear Mama's spirit,' they persisted. 'No, it isn't,' said Princess Louise. 'Dear Mama's spirit would never have ruined Beatrice's hat."
Queen Victoria born May 24, 1819, died on January 22, 1901 after a long reign on the British throne -- sixty-three years, seven months.
"On the anniversary of Queen Victoria's death, her children would visit the mausoleum at Frogmore. One year, as they knelt piously in prayer, a dove entered the mausoleum and flew about. 'It is dear Mama's spirit,' they murmured. 'No, I am sure it's not,' contradicted Princess Louise. 'It must be dear Mama's spirit,' they persisted. 'No, it isn't,' said Princess Louise. 'Dear Mama's spirit would never have ruined Beatrice's hat."
Queen Victoria born May 24, 1819, died on January 22, 1901 after a long reign on the British throne -- sixty-three years, seven months.
Eleven years to produce a dictionary ~
"Andrew Millar, the bookseller who published Johnson's Dictionary, had great difficulty in extracting the copy for this work from the author. [Johnson's dictionary took eleven years to produce.] At last a messenger was dispatched to Millar with the final page. Upon the messenger's return Johnson asked, 'Well, what did he say?'
'Sir,' Replied the messenger, 'he said, 'Thank God I have done with him.'
'I am glad,' said Johnson, 'that he thanks God for anything.'
~ Samuel Johnson (1709 - 1784) English Journalist, critic, poet & lexicographer, the son of a bookseller.
Source: THE LITTLE BROWN BOOK OF Anecdotes, Clifton Fadiman General Editor. 1985.
Wishing you health, happiness & prosperity in the New Year.
~ The Neat L'l Bookshop
Monday, December 30, 2013
"What a lot of books! Have you read them all?"
Umberto Eco's Answer: "...while your jaw stiffens and rivulets of cold sweat trickle down your spine. In the past I adopted a tone of contemptuous sarcasm 'I haven't read any of them; otherwise, why would I keep them here?' But this is a dangerous answer because it invites the obvious follow-up: 'And where do you put them after you've read them?' The best answer is the one always used by Roberto Leydi: 'And more, dear sir, many more,' which freezes the adversary and plunges him into a state of awed admiration. But I find it merciless and angst-generating. Now I have fallen back on the riposte: 'No, these are the ones I have to read by the end of the month. I keep the others in my office,' a reply that on the one hand suggests a sublime ergonomic strategy and on the other leads the visitor to hasten the moment of his departure.'
"The contents of someone's bookcase are part of his history, like an ancestral portrait." ~ Anatole Broyard.
~ Umberto Eco, How to Justify a Private Library, Author of The Name of the Rose.
Sunday, December 29, 2013
"...a shock of banality occurs to many people in my condition ~ that is, people who possess a fairly sizable library (large enough in my case that someone entering our house can't help but notice it; actually, it takes up the whole place). The visitor enters and says, 'What a lot of books! Have you read them all?' At first I thought that the question characterized only people who had scant familiarity with books, people accustomed to seeing a couple of shelves with five paperback mysteries and a children's encyclopedia bought in installments. But experience has taught me that the same words can be uttered also by people above suspicion. It could be said that they are still people who consider a bookshelf as a mere storage place for already read books and do not think of the library as a working tool. But there is more to it than that. I believe that, confronted by a vast array of books, anyone will be seized by the anguish of learning and will inevitable lapse into asking the question that expresses his torment and his remorse."
~ Umberto Eco, author, professor of semiotics, University of Bologna. [two essays, 1994]
Source: A Passion for BOOKS, edited by H. Rabinowitz & R. Kaplan. 1999. Three Rivers Press/Randomhouse.
[Tomorrow: Eco's answer to "Have you read them all?"
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