an old writer and his words

  • EFFECT

    The morning was indistinguishable from so many others. Lorenz was taking his morning walk around the pond or lake, it was of that intermediate size that could be either or neither, when in a break with his habit, he sat down on one of the four benches, and stared out over the water. He hadn’t…

    Lou Faber

  • THEOI HALIOI ARE NOT HAPPY

    For reasons no one can explain, we have always assumed the gods of the sea have it in for us, witness shipwrecks and storms, and the too occasional tsunami. We assume they are a petulant lot, given to fits of pique and with a means of expression of that pique certainly denied to mere mortals.…

    Lou Faber