A rivalry, a quartet, a church? on the first page? That's odd, no? she asked. And Marcel Proust said "Yes! My lovely little phrase- she is famous now?!'
MP to RH. A letter
1902
Dear Bunnikuns,
With old Fenelon here in Cambrai, on the way to Belgium. Don’t be cross, I couldn’t resist. he’s taking good care. Charming town, well fortified, many Merovingien remnants which I can scarce believe sit before my very eyes, and so near as almost to touch. Everything I imagined.
When I heard the town bells ringing, I thought of you and of how fond you would be of the vibrations in the towers, of the Continue reading “A piece of Folly: Bunnikuns”
Le 2 Février 1917
My heart is so heavy my soul cannot bear. That sounds too maudlin for Punscht. But I am no writer. And yet write I must, as I wrestle within for the true answer. He has burned the journals. Fool! The sole remaining Continue reading “A piece of Folly: Punscht”
Maggie sat on the front stoop, hothouse flower in her black robe with its exotic summer flowers – red, pink and yellow – vibrant and pulsing against the nondescript doorframe and Continue reading “A piece of Folly: Marketing Marcel”