Wednesday, May 04, 2005

..gone but for the writing in the sand

Andrea and Rudiger left today from Durban to head back to their day-to-day lives.

Last night we went out for a delicious dinner at the Butcher Boys restaurant. (Rudiger, like normal, felt that this steak could have been bigger.)

I had the impression that they had a wonderful holiday and were sorry to leave.

I am back at work now.

I also have a bit of a sniffle.

Sandra wrote an anatomy test this morning.

later....
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.. It's in words that the magic is -- Abracadabra, Open Sesame, and the rest -- but the magic words in one story aren't magical in the next. The real magic is to understand which words work, and when, and for what; the trick is to learn the trick. ... And those words are made from the letters of our alphabet: a couple-dozen squiggles we can draw with the pen. This is the key! And the treasure, too, if we can only get our hands on it! It's as if - as if the key to the treasure is the treasure! ------- John Barth, Chimera