Tuesday
When I posted on literary associations with Eden–the name of my latest granddaughter—I missed one of the obvious ones. Luckily my son, who currently teaches English as a post-doc at Georgia Tech, was more alert than I. He posted the following passage from John Steinbeck’s East of Eden to accompany the picture above:
A kind of light spread out from her. And everything changed color. And the world opened out. And a day was good to awaken to. And there were no limits to anything.
Meanwhile, I want to say, with Miranda in The Tempest, “Oh brave new world, that has such people in it!”
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