"Perhaps there can be too much making of cups of tea, I thought, as I watched Miss Statham filling the heavy teapot. We had all had our supper, or were supposed to have had it, and were met together to discuss the arrangements for the Christmas bazaar. Did we really need a cup of tea? I even said as much to Miss Statham and she looked at me with a hurt, almost angry look, 'Do we need tea?' she echoed. 'But Miss Lathbury...' She sounded puzzled and distressed and I began to realize that my question had struck at something deep and fundamental. It was the kind of question that starts a landslide in the mind."

- "Excellent Women", Barbara Pym

                                   Jon Fosse, Jon Fosse, Jon Fosse. Jon. Fosse.

                                                     (med språkforvirring.)

About the Ents, concerning Treebeard and Quickbeam

Merry and Pippin climbed on to the bed and curled up in the soft grass and fern. It was fresh, and sweet-scented, and warm. The lights died down, and the glow of the trees faded; but outside under the arch they could see old Treebeard standing, motionless, with his arms raised above his head. The bright stars peered out of the sky, and lit the falling water as it spilled on to his fingers and head, and dripped, dripped, in hundreds of silver drops on to his feet. Listening to the tinkling of the drops the hobbits fell asleep.

- - -

He reached down two shapely arms and gave a long-fingered hand to each of the hobbits. All day they walked about, in the woods with him, singing, and laughing; for Quickbeam often laughed. He laughed if the sun came out from behind a cloud, he laughed if they come upon a stream or spring: then he stooped and splashed his feet and head with water; he laughed sometimes at some sound or whisper in the trees. Whenever he saw a rowan-tree he halted a while with his arms stretched out, and sang, and swayed as he sang.

- J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord of The Rings - The Two Towers


For a few moments it removes us from the prison of our own personalities, the trap of our own self-created selves, and unites us in a warm shared response by making us laugh at the trivia in which we continually enmesh ourselves. It is an uplifting experience. We are taken out of ourselves, and made to laugh at ourselves.

Eric Idle, on comedy


I pondered how the bliss would look -
And would it feel as big -
When I could take it in my hand -
As hovering - seen - through fog -

And then - the size of this "small" life -
The Sages - call it small -
Swelled - like Horizons - in my vest -
And I sneered - softly - "small"!

- Emily Dickinson

Furusato means where you are from, your hometown and birthplace. It made you who you are today; it is where you go back to visit relatives and pay respect to your ancestors. You can have a second furusato, a place where your heart feels at home - you give to it like it gives to you.


Hitomi Thompson in Kinfolk, Vol 8
illustration: Joy Kim

"To speak of selfhood and existence here might be cumbersome and out of place, 
but in plain terms, sometimes all one needs to be truly content 
is a perfect corner, a good book, and a cup of tea."
- Abzy Brown