Alfie picks OK GO - The Monday Morning Memo

“Then Boros went indoors to fetch a little plastic bag from which he took a pinch of dried herbs, and started to roll a cigarette with them. ‘Good heavens, I haven’t smoked for 20 years,’ said Oddball suddenly, and his eyes lit up; I looked at him in amazement. It was a very bright Night. The full moon in June is called the Blue Moon, because it takes on a very beautiful sapphire shade at this time of year… We were sitting in the orchard under an old apple tree on which the apples were already fruiting… A great gulf of time opened before us. We chattered for whole centuries, talking nonstop about the same thing over and over, now with one pair of lips, now with another, all of us failing to remember that the view we were now contesting was the one we had defended earlier on… Boros disappeared into the house for an eternity, while Oddball and I sat without a word. His eyes were wide open and he was staring at me so intensely that I had to slip into the shadow of the tree to escape his gaze. And there I hid.”

- Olga Tokarczuk, Drive Your Plow Over the Bones of the Dead, p. 164, winner of the Nobel Prize in Literature

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