It was another stunningly beautiful day, transfiguring the garden. I am also transfigured, although not by the weather. And Carldyke is the latest person to join the 25 writers meme. His list is fascinating. One of the authors he lists is his father. I did not list the Emeritus Professor although I perhaps should have, since some of those I did list were my selections from his library when young.
The reason I have read as much of the Emeritus Professor‘s work as I have is that it is in field for me. I have read him because one does. It was always already a professional thing. When we were already old I discovered by chance that the first of my brothers, who is not precisely in field, had also read a great deal of the Emeritus Professor‘s work, out of general interest. It turned out that we shared a favorite.
It is not clear to me how it has happened, but I am transfigured. In elementary school that brother and I learned this rhyme: Hico, caballito, vamos a Belén, que mañana es fiesta, y pasado también. “Come, little horse, we’re going to Bethlehem, for tomorrow is a feast-day, and the next day, too.”
Axé.
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