But what happens when the Parisian diner makes better American breakfast than the American diners do....
Sunday, February 24, 2008
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
One always dies too soon--or too late. And yet one's whole life is complete at that moment, with a line drawn neatly under it, ready for the summing up. You are--your life, and nothing else.
A hard thing to contemplate but I have been contemplating it a lot recently. Good or bad, I'm not sure.