Thursday, December 6, 2012

Writers


Thinking upon the change in writing as we daily compose  with texting, Facebook, blogs, 
and where else do we as a community write?  There is a great community of writers
at the Rabbit Room. This photo was posted today. It captured my imagination and 
I wanted to be Lucy. 

  




 Last of all he said, “Lucy, Eve’s Daughter,” and Lucy came forward. He gave her a little bottle of what looked like glass (but people said afterwards that it was made of diamond) and a small dagger. “In this bottle,” he said, “there is a cordial made of the juice of one of the fire-flowers that grow in the mountains of the sun. If you or any of your friends are hurt, a few drops of this will restore you. And the dagger is to defend yourself at great need.
                                                   For you also are not to be in the battle.”  

    “Why, Sir,” said Lucy. “I think—I don’t know—but I think I could be brave enough.” 

    “That is not the point,” he said. “But battles are ugly when women fight. And now”—here he suddenly looked less grave—”here is something for the moment for you all!” and he brought out (I suppose from the big bag at his back, hut nobody quite saw him do it) a large tray containing five cups and saucers, a bowl of lump sugar, a jug of cream, and a great big teapot all sizzling and piping hot. Then he cried out “A Merry Christmas! Long live the true King!” and cracked his whip and he and the reindeer and the sledge and all were out of sight before anyone realised that they had started.

1 comment:

podso said...

Something I think about a lot. It is changing more than writing, but that's a great loss. T. told me that her students handwrite their papers.