HE SAID, MARIE, MARIE, HOLD ON TIGHT

And when we were children, staying at the archduke's,
My cousin's, he took me out on a sled,
And I was frightened. He said, Marie,
Marie, hold on tight. And down we went.
In the mountains, there you feel free.
I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter.

~ The Waste Land, "The Burial of The Dead", Eliot

Tuesday, June 03, 2008
jaz
my dad wrote

by the way, we have another member of the family in Jaz, a female golden who joined us on monday - she was supposedly the quietest of 5 females in the litter, but that disappeared by the second day, once she had the run of the house - she has become quite a rascal, biting leaves off plants - but is surprisingly quite well toilet trained, going to the same spot over the drain to wee and poo. By the time you get home, she will be full grown i'd expect.
We didnt get a chance to send lyn off to the airport for her london trip, as her flight clashed with the funeral, so mom got jin to send her there. but we will pick her up this sunday evening, when she returns - we have not told her about jaz yet, as we want that to be a surprise.

[publishing] Publishers Weekly . Dystel & Goderich . New York Center for Independent Publishing . Association of American University Presses . Society of Children's Book Writers and Illustrators

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justin
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love and desire
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