Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Monday, November 15, 2010
A River Runs Through it
Poets talk about "spots of time," but it is really fisherman who experience eternity compressed into a moment. No one can tell what a spot of time is until suddenly the whole world is a fish and the fish is gone. I shall remember that son of a bitch forever. - Norman Maclean
I recently read this book on my phone using the kindle app. I want to make a trip west.
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