One need not be a chamber to be haunted;
One need not be a house;
The brain has corridors surpassing
Material place.
-Emily Dickinson
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La peur des piqûres, ça ne peut pas se guérir par l’acupuncture. (Pierre Legaré)
Un jour, deux bras, deux vaccins: une cynique épuisée avec un corps endolori. Aïe!
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La vérité tient sa lumière en elle-même, non dans celui qui la dit.
Christian Bobin
Comments rss TrackbackOver the past several days, this blog has seen a deluge of rude, false, or otherwise inappropriate comments.
I believe fervently in freedom of expression, which of course includes the freedom to criticize, and the freedom to disagree. While negative comments may be unpleasant, I’m generally prepared to accept them, as they can sometimes serve to illustrate misunderstandings, or offer up opportunities for personal development or improvement. Further, I’ve always believed that a truly vile comment says more about the commenter than the person or article being commented on. And besides, I have no desire nor intention to censor people’s thoughts or opinions. We each have a right to our opinions, diverse as they may be.
However, when a comment is patently false, bordering on defamation, or consists simply of name-calling and crass insults, that is a breach of Internet etiquette, and I feel justified in removing those comments. Because, while I support freedom of speech, I also have the right to operate my blog in the style and manner of my choosing. To be blunt: this is my space. As I said, we each have a right to our opinion – and that includes my right not to be insulted on my own blog.
Going forward, rather than closing the comments section altogether, I’ve simply made some changes to the comment process. Comments will now be held in moderation, only to be published upon moderator approval.
I truly wish I didn’t have to make these changes to this blog, and I apologise to those who may feel offended by my actions. But for now, I feel it’s necessary.
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A peg leg never looked so good, or seemed so inconsequential. 
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Person: n. a human being regarded as an individual. (Oxford English Dictionary
Eighty years ago today, thanks to Winnipegger Nellie McClung and 4 other feisty femmales, women in Canada became legally recognised as “persons” – giving them the right to do such exotic things as vote, work, attend university, retain individual rights even after marriage… and to call themselves human beings.
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Des soldats canadiens assistent à une service d’action de grâce dans la cathédrale Notre-Dame de Grâce de Cambrai, le 13 octobre 1918.
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We can always find something to be thankful for, and there may be reasons why we ought to be thankful for even those dispensations which appear dark and frowning.
Albert Barnes
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Thanksgiving comes to us out of the prehistoric dimness, universal to all ages and all faiths. At whatever straws we must grasp, there is always a time for gratitude and new beginnings.
J. Robert Moskin
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Les premières heures de l’amour sont comme les premiers pas sur la neige… (Henri de Régnier)
Ca y est: après le plus bref des automnes, l’hiver s’annonce.
Hier après-midi, quelques flocons dérisoires ont tombées, timidement mélangés avec des gouttes de pluie. Aujourd’hui, plus courageuses, les flocons sont plus grandes, plus confiantes; elles tombent doucement mais avec vigueur. Le gazon est un tapis blanc; les feuilles jaunes des arbres sont décoré de blanc. Un petit rayon de soleil sort des nuages, et fend la brume: tout d’un coup le paysage est baigné d’une lumière claire et chaude. Des minuscules cristaux de glace flottent partout; l’air scintille.
Je suis rentrée recouvert de neige, mes vêtements tâchés de blanc, mes cheveux légèrement mouillés. Je regarde par la fenêtre: tout est blanc, calme, silent. Soudain, je tombe amoureuse de ma ville encore une fois. Elle est un peu banale, une ville confortable et assez sympa mais pas très bien défini: pas trop grande, pas trop petite, elle semble vouloir être un village et une métropole cosmopolite à la fois. Mais vue dans cette lumière blanche, perdue dans ce tourbillon de neige, elle est belle, et élégante, et magique.
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Dormir à deux rend la nuit moins opaque.
Malcolm de Chazal
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I want to tell you what hills are like in October
when colors gush down mountainsides
and little streams are freighted with a caravan of leaves,
I want to tell you how they blush and turn in fiery shame
and joy,
how their love burns with flames consuming and terrible
until we wake one morning and woods are like a smoldering
plain –
a glowing caldron full of jewelled fire;
the emerald earth a dragon’s eye
the poplars drenched with yellow light
and dogwoods blazing bloody red.
Travelling southward earth changes from gray rock to green velvet
Margaret Walker
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