all in our own Villages, Villages of our own making.

– It made you angry, then?
– Slightly, yeah!

Much respect for Patrick McGoohan, a sweet chap who had his beliefs and was averse to changing them just because people didn’t agree.

And I thought, I am not pandering to a mentality that is so low!

Such a hero.

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“And whatever do we do? Martello demanded, getting up and coming round the table. “Weatherby’s not in here, George. He never entered the Colony. He can leave by the same damn route!”
“Please don’t shout at me,” Smiley said.

And later:

Guillam was standing his height, barring the way, and for an extraordinary moment it seemed possible that, broken shoulder notwithstanding, he proposed physically to restrain Martello from coming any closer to where Smiley sat.
‘Peter,’ Smiley said quietly. ‘I see there’s a telephone behind you. Perhaps you’d be good enough to pass it to me.’

I love Le Carre.

Above quotes from John Le Carre’s The Honourable Schoolboy.

Cramming the information into her head frantically. It was the last day before her exams and there was no choice but to do this: to stay up into the wee hours of the night, listening to quiet night-sounds, like snoring and crickets chirping, while in her head it whirled with a buzz of activity.

SO4 and SO3 were sulfate and sulfite; their valency was 2-. While NO2 and NO3 were nitrite and nitrate, their valency was 1-.
This was all heavy stuff, even more so because each element was unique and had things to remember. Like potassium, a metal with valency 1-. That was easy. Strontnium, valency 1- as well. Or…. not?
She consulted her book, realising to her dismay that it was 2+ instead.
Oh dear. Things were not going very well for this student. Nothing would stay in her head; they kept dropping out like dead flies. Oh no!
And what would become of her if she were to go to medical school? There, there would be millions of multi-syllabled words to keep in her head in their proper places, dozens of acronyms and abbreviations; how?

A screeching from upstairs. Listen closely- it’s rather tuneful. At least, it tries to be.

The violin is cheap, a shiny, factory-made thing. The musician is trying hard to make things sound nicer. The truth is, she’s had years of experience with the piano, so the violin shouldn’t be too hard, right?

Wrong. Everything sounds wrong now; the violin sounds like it has a sore throat. A bad one. The puny Grade 2 exam is coming soon. That should be easy, but it isn’t. Everything keeps going wrong- her left hand is so out of tune and her bow is scratchy and bouncy.

The exam nears and the scratchy sound fills the house for a while.

Birthdays

Birthdays!

They’re just no fun when you celebrate them alone. No gifts, no clapping, certainly no opera-like rendition of Happy Birthday. Especially if sung loudly in the canteen.

It’s my awesome class chair’s birthday today and she had so many gifts from so many people she almost cried- almost. Because someone went, “This is the part where you’re supposed to cry!”

By that time she was surrounded- sort of- with presents from the class and cards and lovely stuff.

What can I say? She’s an awesum chair!

It’s good to have friends. They are the one who will give you little things on your birthday, whether unwanted or not. If you are good to them they are usually good to you.

It’s good to have a little optimism this year. Actually, it’s good to have optimism all the time. It really does a little something.