Sunday, December 07, 2008
A Winter's Afternoon
Donald Culross Peattie, An Almanac for Moderns (December 30):
Charles Burchfield, Early December Snow
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It is a fine thing, of a winter's afternoon, to be a man, a fortunate man, reading in an old Greek's stately thoughts, out of a well bound book, while the snow falls, pure and decent, and the birds, his friends, come to his door. But only the accidents of life have placed him there, and not in a smoke-filled street where in others' eyes he might be forced to read his own despairs, his own brute thoughts.
