Sunday, September 12, 2010

To See Where He Threw His Stones

[California 84-La Honda Road east - AARoads]

Duncan's plan had been to look, imagine the trajectory of the stones, maybe take a picture and then leave. The boy, however, seemed to regard the house as if it were a place of spiritual significance, capable of promoting a profound inner peace.
"I've been here, like, six or seven times?" the boy said. "Always blows me away."
"I know what you mean," said Duncan, althought he didn't. Perhaps it was his age, or his Englishness, but he wasn't being blown away, and he hadn't expected to be, either. It was, after all, a pleasant, detached house they were standing outside, not the Taj Mahal. In any case, the need to pee was preventing any real appreciation of the moment.
-Nick Hornby, Juliet, Naked

1 comment:

Violet said...

Priceless.

[Today's word verificatio is 'pukey.' Intentional, or a monkey on a typewriter?]