Monthly Archives: February 2012

17.02.12

“And he is—Oh, well! He is just himself, and I miss him, and miss him, and miss him. The whole world seems empty and aching. I hate the moonlight because it’s beautiful and he isn’t here to see it with me. But maybe you’ve loved somebody too, and you know? If you have, I don’t need to explain; if you haven’t, I can’t explain.”  —Jean Webster, DLL

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fresh air.

“Oh, I’m developing a beautiful character! It droops a bit under cold and frost, but it does grow fast when the sun shines.” —Jean Webster, Daddy Long Legs

We’re happily settled in a little place of our own, in tumble-down-lovely Üsküdar, walking the boardwalk most afternoons and breathing in deep the smell of the sea.  For a few, glorious days, it seemed like spring had come early to İstanbul.

There is great promise of good things to come.

little ship

A gift from my dear Tasha:

 

Little ship, from the east

As you fly from the sun

Do you fear, in the least

For the race you’ve begun?

 

I can see, little ship

And quite well do I know

How your nose, with its tip,

Cuts the waves as you go.

 

Do not laugh, little ship,

Till your sides split in two;

For if they dropped apart

Then pray what could we do?

 

Who would help, little ship?

Would the waves? Or some elf?

Or if not, do you think,

I could fix you myself?

 

Little ship, from the east

When your voyage is done,

Do not doubt in the least

That your course was well run.

 

QUEEN MARIE OF ROUMANIA, 1929