My new favorite word:
gezelligheit (Dutch) – the pursuit of small pleasures
Best line in Daniel Silva’s The Secret Servant:
“Forgive me, my friend. Now that you are no longer striking me, I was just trying to make polite conversation.” (36)
From Natasha Trethewey's poem "Again, The Fields" in Native Guard:
The wheat falls beneath his scythe--
a language of bounty--the swaths
like scripture on the field's open page. (11-13)
(Trethewey was the 2007 Pulitzer Prize Winner for Poetry)
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