lovely things that give pause and joy without being desperately cliche or pretentious.
mostly successful. see e. browning sonnet xiv.
You will have perceived by now that I was not one to profit by the experience of others, that it was a very long time indeed before I stopped believing in new faces and began to understand the lesson in that story, which was that it is distinctly possible to stay too long at the Fair.
— from Joan Didion’s Goodbye to All That
Only much later would I begin to know how war steals some things from people, and gives them other things instead. And now I might say that my father’s scrutinizing of maps, his touching them, folding them up and tucking them in the sun visor, his getting them down and looking at them again was less a way to gauge a route, a route that he knew by heart, than it was a way to review the mystery of survival, to touch its creases as though touching an amulet.
— from Emily Hiestand’s “Maps”