Leroy Ledbetter stands by companionably. Like me he is seventh-generation Anglo-Saxon American, but unlike me he is Protestant, countrified, sweet-natured. He’s the sort of fellow, don’t you know, who if you run in a ditch or have a flat tire shows up to help you. We were partners and owners of the old Paradise Bowling …
It is terrifying to get too close to understanding the dark corners of one’s own soul. The fear stems not least from the recognition that I will not only be appalled by what I find there, but truly that I will admit that here is the true nature of my soul and instead of scattering …
Fëanor, being come to his full might, was filled with a new thought, or it may be that some shadow of foreknowledge came to him of the doom that drew near; and he pondered how the light of the Trees, the glory of the Blessed Realm, might be preserved imperishable. Then he began a long …
