Mine - from Pat Conroy’s tome, the Prince of Tides. From the prologue - “ My wound is geography. It is also my anchorage, my port of call.”
As I sit here in SC looking out over a salt marsh with great snowy egrets gliding by, I can’t help but think of this favorite line of poetry of mine in that book as well as in fairly recent modern literature.
What about you?
“Is it so bad, then, to be misunderstood? Pythagoras was misunderstood, and Socrates, and Jesus, and Luther, and Copernicus, and Galileo, and Newton, and every pure and wise spirit that ever took flesh. To be great is to be misunderstood”.
— Ralph Waldo Emerson
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From "The Dialectic of Sex: The Case for Feminist Revolution."
My fraternity roommate had that as assigned class reading and I remember that.
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Aboard ship, backgammon and books were what we did on our downtime.
Ludlum’s books were passed around amongst my buddies. We all thought we were Jason Bourne as we moved about in Hong Kong or Singapore or wherever.
We played a game whereby one would disappear for a few minutes and then pop out from behind the corner of a building or alley, saying “Sleep is a weapon” …. to wit the rest of the crew would reply “Real funny Asshole” or “No. …. I knew where you were …” which of course never got old.
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I fell in love with South Carolina working a huge case there for a few years. It was in a circuit court which meant exactly that... the court move around the state constantly.
I could and did walk the streets of Charleston for hours.... and eat a fabulous reasonably priced dinner every night.
Enjoy!
Another from Voltaire.
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