“THERE are some individuals so inflated with self-sufficiency, and entertain such an overweaning opinion of their skill in all matters, that they must needs have a finger in every pie.”
“I just could not,” was my laconic reply to Papa when he asked me years ago, why I didn’t tell on Mrs. B*****. “I would’ve had a word with her,” he asserted.
“It makes you smart – reading, that is,” she said. “You will gain something that others will never have.” I did not know hitherto what that “something” was, but I promised that I will read nonetheless. Continue reading The Night Reader
An Apprentice’s Pride
Marquis is my father’s apprentice/protégé/acolyte… I am not sure what he’s called, really. He’s a student and he is younger; he learns from my father. I don’t know how he learns – through observation and conversation, I guess. Continue reading “…An Apprentice’s Pride”