(The last post for a while. It is kind of cool that WordPress for iPhone let’s you store your posts and then push them out.)
Fire in the Belly was one of those 1980s, “men are good books” but still an interesting read. I loved two stories that mean a lot to me:
bq. One there was a man who loved a woman beyond all measure. He sailed away with her and one day came to an uninhabited island. Leaving her on the boat, he explored the interrior, and dep in the forest he came upon a stone iage of an unkionwn god. It radiated such a sense of power that he fell on his knees and prayed for his beloved: ‘May her life be full and happy. May our love develop in a way that will be fulfilling for her.’ As he headed back he came to a hilltop, and as he looked out across the wter he saw his boat and his lover sailing away. His prayer had been answered.
bq. There are two questions a man must ask himself: The first is ‘Where am I going?’ and the second is ‘Who will go with me?’ If you ever get these quetions in the wrong order you are in trouble.
Weighty stuff for a brilliantly sunny Shanghai morning đ
