Some favorite quotes from this book I just read.
Movies are not my genre. The obscene cult of Shirley Temple was the final straw.My mother on her deathbed asked me to marry a fairskinned woman while I was young and have at least three children, one of them a girl with her name, which had been her mother's and grandmother's. I intended to comply with her request, but my notion of youth was so flexible I never thought it too late.I remember I was reading La lozana andaluza--The Haughty Andalusian Girl--
in the hammock in the hallway, when I happened to see her bending over in the laundry room wearing a skirt so short it bared her succulent curves. (There is more to this quote that I'm leaving off this blog, but the whole paragraph is great.)
From then on I had her in my memory with so much clarity that I could do what I wanted with her. I changed the color of her eyes according to my state of mind: the color of water when she woke, the color of syrup when she laughed, the color of light when she was annoyed.Oh, yeah. The book is called
Memories My Melancholy Whores by Gabriel Garcia Marquez. Give it a read, if you have the chance.
I registered early for the marathon, today. It begins again. This year, the goal will be to qualify for Boston. I'm on the cusp of being able to pull it off with short distance times of about 7:30 per mile. Here goes.
