Truth is a troublesome motherfucker unless it's handled properly
The high-ceilinged rooms, the little balconies, alcoves, nooks and angles all suggest sanctuary, escape, creature comfort. The reader, the scholar, the browser, the borrower is king.
Books fall open, you fall in, delighted where you've never been; hear voices not once heard before, reach world on world through door on door; find unexpected keys to things locked up beyond imaginings. What might you be, perhaps become, because one book is somewhere? Some wise delver into wisdom, wit, and wherewithal has written it. True books will venture, dare you out, whisper secrets, maybe shout across the gloom to you in need, who hanker for a book to read.
Books fall open, you fall in, delighted where you've never been.
Books fall open, you fall in.
Your life will be rich for others only as it is rich for you.
The cricket's gone, we only hear machines In erg and atom they exact their pay. And life is largely lived on silver screens.
What bothers me is when music becomes entertainment. Of course, music is supposed to be entertaining, but go back to any period of time - music had a cultural significance on different levels, whether it was folk music, it was the news of the village, or it had to do with the rites of passage.
Love is bitter and all there is, and that the rest is for the emotional beggars of the earth.
As someone who grew up there, I say: The Chechen Republic must remain part of Russia. Everything else is negotiable.
Common sense is not too common.