How happy is the little stone
That rambles in the road alone,
And doesn’t care about careers,
And exigencies never fears;
Whose coat of elemental brown
A passing universe put on;
And independent as the sun,
Associates or glows alone,
Fulfilling absolute decree
In casual simplicity.~ Emily Dickinson














The Complete Essays (Penguin Classics)
The Gormenghast Trilogy
Making Globalization Work
What Next?: Surviving the Twenty-first Century 
Blackadder: The Whole Damn Dynasty
Dry Store Room No. 1: The Secret Life of the Natural History Museum
Consilience
Cat’s Cradle (Penguin Modern Classics)
Pistache



















on Jan 26th, 2010 at 5:28 pm
Little stones are eroded over and over by the unforgiving weather. They then annoyingly hit windscreens of cars travelling at 80 miles/hr on the M40 highway!