"So now do you see why books are hated and feared? They show the pores in the face of life. The comfortable people want only wax moon faces, poreless, hairless, expressionless. We are living in a time when flowers are trying to live on flowers, instead of growing on good rain and black loam."Until a few days ago our vegetable garden was struggling to survive the onslaught of bunny rabbits. My wife and I put up an imposing wire fence and electrified it. (I'm kidding about the electrified part.) Our wax moon garden is much more comfortable now.
23 June 2008
Wax Moon Garden (Snippet of the Moment)
This first snippet is a relevant one for a blog that is, ostensibly, on words. From the pen of Ray Bradbury in his 1953 book Fahrenheit 451: