Muriel was good-looking -- a slender brunette, with an opera singer's noteworthy bosom and booming voice -- but she had an absolutely vacuous mind. Like my grandmother, Aunt Muriel managed to be both arrogant and judgmental without saying anything that was either verifiable or interesting; in this respect, both my grandmother and my aunt struck me as superior-sounding bores.
from John Irving's In One Person
That made me howl with laughter after my family-insanity week! Thank you.ReplyDelete
I love the beauty of slowly decaying things...flowers and that apple with a heart nibbled in it by a squirrel (?)
And the picture of you - that is the most beautiful thing I've seen all week. How do you do that after what you've been through these past few days??
Oh good -- I'm glad that you laughed because that's what I did and just loved how he constructed that put-down. Hilarious! As for me, let's just say I'm feeling "after-bloomish."Delete
You don't look in the least bit after-bloomish in that photo though. You look in full bloom, gorgeous and mysterious.ReplyDelete
Full blown, honey. Not after-bloomed. There is a huge difference.ReplyDelete
Beautiful beautiful and beautiful. Thank you!ReplyDelete
Full bloom were my thoughts exactly. And your writing blooms more fully all the time.ReplyDelete