Wednesday, February 25, 2015

Travels with a Donkey

Frontispiece by Walter Crane
London: Chatto & Windus, 1907 - Photo from the interwebs

“The greater part of poetry is about the stars; and very justly, for they are themselves the most classical of poets. These same far-away worlds, sprinkled like tapers or shaken together like a diamond dust upon the sky, had looked not otherwise to Roland or Cavalier, when, in the words of the latter, they had ‘no other tent but the sky, and no other bed than my mother earth.’”


Travels with a Donkey in the Cevennes by Robert Louis Stevenson from the chapter IN THE VALLEY OF THE MIMENTE

My latest winter time read and above is one of many enjoyable words strung together to make one ponder life, by Robert Louis Stevenson.

2 comments:

Ken said...

Can hardly wait to read this book. There are so many great stories out there. Thanks for sharing!

Julia Mist DJune said...

I totally agree. Thanks for all those nights you read out loud to me, even when I fell asleep. Danny truly is the champion of the world!