Tag: reflections
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Every so often
Every so often, I wonder where I’ve been all these years; I thought I was a capable judge of actions as long as I understood something about their intent, something about their cause, and perhaps more importantly, something about their effect. I often think of laughter as a fairly reliable index: unless it is mocking…
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Aye, there’s the rub
When I was very young, my older brother played in a minor role in his high school’s production of Brigadoon, a musical written in the 1940ies. He made it sound like a real but faraway place he hoped to visit one day. He was older than me, so I believed him, but I wondered what…
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Is this a smile which I see before me?
There are few things that make me feel as welcome as a smile; in whatever country I’ve travelled, and into whichever city I’ve ventured, it has always seemed a welcome guide to my reception. Of course I realize a smile has as many faces as a clown; one has to be careful about its meaning,…
