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Thursday, November 17, 2005 |
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Paintings by Wolf. Peace. By the way, Wolf has aked me to mention his real name here, and I'm happy to oblige: the name is Sangmeister, Wolfgang Sangmeister. So don't call him Schmitz, Müller or Lehmann. Please.
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Basil Says. I want to be George.
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A Story. After leaving Vienna, and long before you come to Budapesth, the Danube enters a region of singular loneliness and desolation, where its waters spread away on all sides regardless of a main channel, and the country becomes a swamp for miles upon miles, covered by a vast sea of low willow-bushes. On the big maps this deserted area is painted in a fluffy blue, growing fainter in colour as it leaves the banks, and across it may be seen in large straggling letters the word Sumpfe, meaning marshes.
Algernon Blackwood, The Willows.
8:57:56 AM Literature | |
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If Anyone's Interested. I'm also posting at Feinripp now. Many thanks to Supatyp.
8:51:11 AM Blogs | |
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© Copyright 2007 Ralf Zeigermann.
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