His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead.
—James Joyce
His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead.
—James Joyce
Childhood is the kingdom where nobody dies. Nobody that matters, that is.
—Edna St. Vincent Millay
In the end, the imprisoned musicians are left gazing at the attractions of the outside world, contemplating all they’ve done wrong that has led them to this place.
Here’s Chuck’s butt. There’s only one (people seem alarmed).
Fortunately for me, the act preceding us, The Chuck Hall Band, cranked up their second set just then. Excellent! Very distracting.
As the cyclone fence intensified its hold on me, everything outside became more and more astonishing.
Held prisoner inside the backstage cyclone fence, I was distracted by a fan dancer.
By the time I arrived at the bandstand, people of an amazing variety of levels of distractibility had gathered out front.
There was copious documentation of the variable distractibility of children. A study is forthcoming.
Kids were mostly not distracted by anything once the food appeared.