Reading you is always a rich and rewarding experience, profound and entertaining. This piece is no exception. I've read it twice now and just might return again...
“Precision,” his mother always said. “Precision above all else. Restraint until thought silently matures itself. Hold your tongue till enough meaning lies behind to set it wagging.” That was my favourite part. Mind you I did go back to try to find the line about smell..."the smell only strangers smell" or something like that..I couldn't find it again. It made me think: "Oh would some power the giftie gie us to smell ourselves as others breathe us."
Reading you is always a rich and rewarding experience, profound and entertaining. This piece is no exception. I've read it twice now and just might return again...
“Precision,” his mother always said. “Precision above all else. Restraint until thought silently matures itself. Hold your tongue till enough meaning lies behind to set it wagging.” That was my favourite part. Mind you I did go back to try to find the line about smell..."the smell only strangers smell" or something like that..I couldn't find it again. It made me think: "Oh would some power the giftie gie us to smell ourselves as others breathe us."
Smell ya later.