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We fetch fire and water, run about all day among the shops and markets, and get our clothes and shoes made and mended, and are the victims of these details, and once in a fortnight we arrive perhaps at a rational moment.
I gather/You hunt/We both miss the trap
Our backs hut from gathering them: how hard they were to find among the concealing leaves, the frosted deceiving grass.
Collecting has always been in my blood.
What I collect? Interesting jobs. Always to my thrill and excitement, but ultimately to my exhaustion, I collect interesting jobs. If an interesting job comes along, I take it; that's why I do so many things. I'm lucky to be able to.
Saw, and haul. Yeah, that's
Snatched away like socks glommed off the sale table at Wal-Mart, dog treat snapped up by an eager German Sheppard, mouse picked off the lawn by a swooping owl.
Save the World-ers
And all my endeavours are unlucky explorers come back, abandoning the expedition; the specimens, the lilies of ambition still spring in their climate, still unpicked; but time, time is all I lacked to find them, as the great collectors before me.
Hunting and gathering are in my blood. But I've lived long enough to witness a diminution in the seas, and to notice a fragility where once I saw - or assumed - an endless bounty.
Tumbling-hair
picker of buttercups
violets
dandelions
And the big bullying daisies
through the field wonderful
with eyes a little sorry
Another comes
also picking flowers
Griphook: (referring to a tiara) Moonstones and diamonds, Made by goblins, i think?
Bill: And paid for by wizards.
How small these rescued tides appear! Earthly delights flow in torrents. Each object offers paradise.
You can catch fishes with baits and men with bright colours!
poking around in this dump, as it would be
To steale the Hog, and give the feet for almes.
[To steal the hog, and give the feet to alms.]
You use the fairies where you find them.
Collecting is my passion.
I see myself as the literary equivalent of a skilled lathe-operator, or a basket-weaver; a potter, maybe: I make mildly diverting objects that people want to buy.
And where does she find them?
The collector attempts always to acquire the best, and his knowledge of what is best is always widening. His is the task of judging between degrees of perfection.
Morning and evening
Maids heard the goblins cry:
'Come buy our orchard fruits,
Come buy, come buy
Nature I'll court in her sequester'd haunts,
By mountain, meadow, streamlet, grove, or cell;
Where the pois'd lark his evening ditty chants,
And health, and peace, and contemplation dwell.
Without a quest, life is quickly reduced to bleak black and wimpy white, a diet too bland to get anybody out of bed in the morning. A quest fuels our fire. It refuses to let us drift downstream gathering debris.
Collecting is the sort of thing that creeps up on you.
Who are the farmer's servants? ... Geology and Chemistry, the quarry of the air, the water of the brook, the lightning of the cloud, the castings of the worm, the plough of the frost.
Objects we ardently pursue bring little happiness when gained; most of our pleasures come from unexpected sources.
What dire offence from am'rous causes springs,
What mighty contests rise from trivial things, ...
Let your bookcases and your shelves be your gardens and your pleasure-grounds. Pluck the fruit that grows therein, gather the roses, the spices, and the myrrh.
Trackers and hunters sworn to deepwood with clan names like Forrester and Woods, branch and bole.
Git an eyeful of cesspool alley the land of opportunity.
From a poor man, poor in Time, I was suddenly lifted up into a vast revenue; I could see no end of my possessions; I wanted some steward, or judicious bailiff, to manage my estates in Time for me.
Kaethe Schwehn's poignant memoir explores longing, both spiritual and physical, community and faith, in prose that is calm, lovely, and filled with clear-eyed honesty and grace. Tailings is simply an exquisite book.
Work and acquire, and thou hast chained the wheel of chance.
Seek on high bare trails
Sky-reflecting violets...
Mountain-top jewels
My depth of purse is not so great
Nor yet my bibliophilic greed,
That merely buying doth elate:
The books I buy I like to read:
Still e'en when dawdling in a mead,
Beneath a cloudless summer sky,
By bank of Thames, or Tyne, or Tweed,
The books I read - I like to buy.
There were these things to do.
What d'you want to go and find a dragon for, at this time of year, and me with my hands full?
What one relishes, nourishes.
sweeping out of shops, and the
Often sweeps Death. The houses of living, A menial task, That brings into her fair, dark eyes. A sparkle of joy. At the little things she finds there.
Collecting at its best is very far from mere acquisitiveness; it may become one of the most humanistic of occupations, seeking to illustrate by the assembling of significant reliques, the march of the human spirit in its quest for beauty ...
Instead of throwing traps into
Buckler, a lean hack, and a greyhound for coursing. An olla
Everything we earn we need as a reserve.
Enjoy a bounty if one falls in your lap. Savor it if it was lost by a careless man.
Select it, project it, expect it, collect it!
I pay for results.
The wind has shifted to the East. A storm isn't far off. I can smell the moisture in the air, a fetid, living thing. Isolated drops fall, licking at my hands, my face, my dress. The quests squawk in surprise, turn their palms up to the sky as if questioning it, and dash for cover.
I crave fit disposition for my wife;
Due reference of place, and exhibition;
With such accommodation, and besort,
As levels with her breeding.
Of all the priceless objects left behind, this is what we rescue. These artifacts. Memory cues. Useless souvenirs. Nothing you could auction. The scars left from happiness.
No sooner does a divine gift reveal itself in youth or maid than its market value becomes the decisive consideration, and the poor young creatures are offered for sale, as we might sell angels who had strayed among us.
Lure me to the depths of passion
The work is getting the work.
When, to gratify a private appetite, it is once resolved upon that an ignorant and helpless creature shall be sacrificed, it is an easy matter to pick up sticks enough from any thicket where it has strayed, to make a fire to offer it up with.
Providence has decreed that those common acquisitions, money, gems, plate, noble mansions, and dominion, should be sometimes bestowed on the indolent and unworthy; but those things which constitute our true riches, and which are properly our own, must be procured by our own labor.
Take her. Own her. Eat. Feed. Bite. Devour.
I look after people.
We find what we are looking for.
The lazy ox wishes for horse-trappings, and the steed wishes to plough.
[Lat., Optat ephippia bos piger, optat arare caballus.]
What neat repast shall feast us, light and choice, Of Attic taste?
lounging around the pull
Irrigators channel waters; fletchers straighten arrows; carpenters bend wood; the wise master themselves.
It's a wicked thing to make a dearth ones garner.
Jeeves."
"Sir?"
"Are you busy just now?"
"No, sir."
"I mean, not doing anything in particular?"
"No, sir. It is my practice at this hour to read some improving book; but, if you desire my services, this can easily be postponed, or, indeed, abandoned altogether.
Adventure responds to your call.
There was a debt to be paid. And I was the method of extraction. Plain and simple. I'm a Hawk. She's a Weaver. That was all I needed to know.
They sought it with thimbles, they sought it with care;
They pursued it with forks and hope;
They threatened its life with a railway-share;
They charmed it with smiles and soap.
Who goes a-borrowing goes a-sorrowing.
I look for what needs to be done
what Tigerstar was trying to
The most profound enchantment for the collector is the locking of individual items within a magic circle in which they are fixed as the final thrill, the thrill of acquisition, passes over them.
Many a man has a treasure in his hoard that he knows not the worth of. (Sellic Spell)
A bachelor May thrive by observation on a little, A single life's no burthen: but to draw In yokes is chargeable, and will require A double maintenance.
raiding parties and pirate crews. This is in stark
These lines are hooks, I'm fishing unknown seas.
The search which takes place in my studio might best be described as a mining operation, a vertical dig in which a number of discoveries are apt to surface from a single shaft.
Goe and catche a falling starre, Get with child a mandrake root, Tell me, where all past yeares are, Or who cleft the Divel's foot. Teach me to hear Mermaides' singing, Or to keep of envies stinging, And finde What winde Serves to advance an honest minde.
We find what we expect to find, and we receive what we ask for.
The fact is - nothing comes, at least nothing good. All has to be fetched.
We're headed for Aleph-7. Panty raid. New slang term for the type of operation whose main object was to gather Tauran artifacts, and prisoners if possible. I tried to find out where the term came from, but the one explanation I got was really idiotic.
I do tasks for the gods, usually things like tracking down rare items or taking someone safely to a destination.
D'Molay the Freeman Tracker
Restored in you, to be renewed in you, to receive from you
There's no way of knowing in advance what will get into your work. One collects all the shiny objects that catch the fancy - a great array of them. Some of them you think are utterly useless. I have a large collection of curios of that kind, and every once in a while I need one of them.
We cannot eat or drink or wear more than the day's supply of food and raiment; the surplus gives us the care of storing it, and the anxiety of watching against a thief. One staff aids a traveller, but a bundle of staves is a heavy burden.
I collect men with interesting names.
Poems reach me, and hold me, and give me pleasure.
From abundance springs satiety.
On the shelves along the wall my stacks. Jumbled and worn. Pagers curled and stained. Spines creased and cracked.
We must not wait for favours from Nature; our task is to wrest them from her.
Good dog! Nice fetch!"
"He wasn't fetching."
"Bring her here, boy. Good job!"
The dog looked from Zack to me.
"I've been training him," Zack said. "Up till now he's brought home only dead rabbits, but I guess he's finally getting the hang of it.
But chivalry's day is over. One day soon moss will grow in the tilt yard. The days of the moneylender have arrived, and the days of the swaggering privateer; banker sits down with banker, and kings are their waiting boys.
Books and bottles breed generosity, and the bibliophile and the oenophile og through life scattering largesse from their libraries and cellars
Hurry n: The dispatch of bunglers.
I seek out good work.
Chairs are useful
Agents of disruption, subversion, sabotage and disinformation tunnelers and smugglers, listeners and forgers, trainers and recruiters and talent spotters and couriers and watchers and seducers, assassins and balloonists, lip readers and disguise artists.
A messy business, rescuing princes.
Stealers, keepers.