A Luminous Halo

"Life is not a series of gig lamps symmetrically arranged; life is a luminous halo, a semi-transparent envelope surrounding us from the beginning of consciousness to the end." --Virginia Woolf

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Location: Springfield, Massachusetts, United States

Smith ’69, Purdue ’75. Anarchist; agnostic. Writer. Steward of the Pascal Emory house, an 1871 Second-Empire Victorian; of Sylvie, a 1974 Mercedes-Benz 450SL; and of Taz, a purebred Cockador who sets the standard for her breed. Happy enough for the present in Massachusetts, but always looking East.

Friday, February 25, 2011

Diary February 25 1960: I Become a Substance Abuser

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Deart Diary--
Nothing much today. I had some Saccharin (artificial sugar) and gave a concentrated tablet to both Tina and David T. You should have seen their faces! Then I went to Gilda's with Kathy. We pinned a KISS ME QUICK sign on her back, and watched all the queer looks as she walked unknowing (and quite coquettishly) down the street and into the Drug Store! Then she got some Saccharin for me, and I was so grateful I took the sign off. A+ in my Math test, not much homework for the Vacation. Kathy made up a poem (about Fabian) which is surprisingly good, the words balance out, etc. I'm working on one about Paul. (I found my Social), Kathy doesn't want to go to college. She's getting ideas about Cousin Bob (I've never even seen him).

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