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Wednesday, October 07
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I often think of the set pieces of liturgy as certain words which people have successfully addressed to God without their getting killed.
• Annie Dillard, Holy the Firm
Friday, September 04
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"Spend the afternoon. You can't take it with you."

posted 3 months ago

Selborne, April 29th, 1776

Dear Sir, — On August 4th, 1775, we surprised a large viper, which seemed very heavy and bloated, as it lay in the grass basking in the sun. When we came to cut it up, we found that the abdomen was crowded with young, fifteen in number; the short of which measured full seven inches, and were about the size of full-grown earth worms. This little fry issued into the world with the true viper-spirit about them showing great alertness as soon as disengaged from the belly of the dam: they twisted and wriggled about, and set themselves up, and gaped very wide when touched with a stick, showing manifest tokens of menace and defiance, though as yet they had no manner of fangs that we could find, even with the help of our glasses.

To a thinking mind nothing is more wonderful than that early instinct which impresses young animals with a notion of the situation of their natural weapons, and of using them properly in their own defense, even before those weapons subsist or are formed. Thus a young cock will spar at his adversary before his spurs are grown: and a calf or a lamb will push with their heads before their horns are sprouted. In the same manner did these young adders attempt to bite before their fangs were in being.

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The Rev. Gilbert White, The Natural History and Antiquities of Selbourne, Vol. II, Letter XXXI. More about the 18th-Century English countryside curate and inspiration to Wordsworth, Coleridge and Keats is at BBC Four. Hat tip to my son Gabriel, who is to read White et. al. taking Linda Peterson’s Nature Writing in Britain and the Colonies.

Wednesday, December 10
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Look, in short, at practically anything—the coot’s feet, the mantis’ face, a banana, the human ear—and see that not only did the creator create everything, but that he is apt to create anything, and stop at nothing. There is no one standing over God with a blue pencil to say, ‘now that one, there, is absolutely ridiculous, and I won’t have it.’
• Annie Dillard, Pilgrim at Tinker Creek
Sunday, October 19
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The writer studies literature, not the world. …He is careful of what he reads, for that is what he will write.
• Annie Dillard
Tuesday, October 14
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Your work is to keep cranking the flywheel that turns the gears that spin the belt in the engine of belief that keeps you and your desk in midair.
• Annie Dillard
Wednesday, August 20
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Writing a book is like rearing children—willpower has very little to do with it. If you have a little baby crying in the middle of the night, and if you depend only on willpower to get you out of bed to feed the baby, the baby will starve. You do it out of love. Willpower is a weak idea; love is strong. You don’t have to scourge yourself with a cat-o’-nine tails to go to the baby. You go to the baby out of love for that particular baby. That’s the same way you go to your desk.
• Annie Dillard
Wednesday, August 06
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How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives. What we do with this hour, and that one, is what we are doing. A schedule defends from chaos and whim. It is a net for catching days. It is a scaffolding on which a worker can stand and labor with both hands at sections of time. A schedule is a mock-up of reason and order—willed, faked, and so brought into being; it is a peace and a haven set into the wreck of time; it is a lifeboat on which you find yourself, decades later, still living.
• Annie Dillard
Sunday, August 03
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I do not so much write a book as sit up with it, as with a dying friend.
• Annie Dillard
Friday, March 14
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It is for the Pole of Relative Inaccessibility I am searching, and have been searching, in the mountains and along the seacoasts for years. The aim of this expedition is, as Pope Gregory put it in his time, “To attain to somewhat of the unencompassed light, by stealth, and scantily.” How often have I mounted this same expedition, has my absurd barque set out half-caulked for the Pole?
• Annie Dillard, Expedition to the Pole