Hill House


No live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality; even larks and katydids are supposed, by some, to dream. Hill House, not sane, stood by itself against its hills, holding darkness within; it had stood for eighty years and might stand for eighty more. Within, walls continued upright, bricks met neatly, floors were firm, and doors were sensibly shut; silence lay steadily against the wood and stone of Hill House, and whatever walked there, walked alone. the opening paragraph from The Haunting of Hill House by Shirley Jackson

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Mama Lina


I present you Mama Lina, the guide of Saona island, all full of energy and giving away rum and coke.

a fragrant breeze


I felt once more how simple and frugal a thing is happiness: a glass of wine, a roast chestnut, a wretched little brazier, the sound of the sea. Nothing else. ― Nikos Kazantzakis, Zorba the Greek