(CCL weemeeuw)
One thing led to another this morning. I ran into my neighbor out on the road with his dogs.
So I took a few minutes to walk with them in brilliant sunshine and birdsong.
On the way back, I spied a pair of Canada geese down by the pond.
Which reminded me that I need to start sitting on the porch in the evenings, so as not to miss the tree frog choir when it begins practice.
(CCL weemeeuw)
It’s a bright cold day in April, 1946. London is still a shambles. George Orwell’s wife, Eileen, died last year during a routine operation, leaving him to raise their adopted son, nine-month-old Richard.
(CCL Jhack)
We are not content with negative obedience, nor even with the most abject submission. When finally you surrender to us, it must be of your own free will. We do not destroy the heretic because he resists us; so long as he resists us we never destroy him. We convert him, we capture his inner mind, we reshape him. We burn all evil and all illusion out of him; we bring him over to our side, not in appearance, but genuinely, heart and soul. We make him one of ourselves before we kill him. It is intolerable to us that an erroneous thought should exist any-where in the world, however secret and powerless it may be. (emphasis mine)