The cricket's gone, we only hear machines In erg and atom they exact their pay. And life is largely lived on silver screens.
A pedestrian is a man in danger of his life. A walker is a man in possession of his soul. - David Mccord
A pedestrian is a man in danger of his life. A walker is a man in possession of his soul.
- David Mccord
The high-ceilinged rooms, the little balconies, alcoves, nooks and angles all suggest sanctuary, escape, creature comfort. The reader, the scholar, t… - David Mccord
The high-ceilinged rooms, the little balconies, alcoves, nooks and angles all suggest sanctuary, escape, creature comfort. The reader, the scholar, t…
Metaphorically these essays move as a quiet but observant coast-guard cutter among the rocks and islands up and down the littoral of our life. - David Mccord
Metaphorically these essays move as a quiet but observant coast-guard cutter among the rocks and islands up and down the littoral of our life.
The cricket's gone, we only hear machines In erg and atom they exact their pay. And life is largely lived on silver screens. - David Mccord
Life is a garment we continuously alter, but which never seems to fit. - David Mccord
Life is a garment we continuously alter, but which never seems to fit.
But man must light for man The fires no other can, And find in his own eye Where the strange crossroads lie. - David Mccord
But man must light for man The fires no other can, And find in his own eye Where the strange crossroads lie.
A handful of sand is an anthology of the universe. - David Mccord
A handful of sand is an anthology of the universe.
March is outside the door Flaming some old desire As man turns uneasily from his fire. - David Mccord
March is outside the door Flaming some old desire As man turns uneasily from his fire.
Books fall open, you fall in. - David Mccord
Books fall open, you fall in.
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