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To be loved is to be fortunate, but to be hated is to achieve distinction.

Fence. Primrose Sands, Forestier Peninsula. February 2013. As you know, the Internet is a wonderful place filled with the rich and varied treasures of the world holds (and RSS feeds.) The following are some things that I've had a look at in the last week. I call this: a Compendium of Click-throughs for Monday Morning... The pleasures and perils of the open-plan office. 'Our Mothers, Our Fathers': Next-Generation WWII Atonement in Germany. Is There Life After Fifty for a Songwriter? 15 Spectacular Hidden Beaches. Go #7! Hagfish slime: The clothing of the future? The Dapper Rebels of Los Angeles, 1966. A Man of His Time: ‘Karl Marx,’ by Jonathan Sperber. Tres cool! Paris 1900-2013 en photos : pilotez notre fabuleuse machine à remonter le temps . The Greatest Unfortunately Timed Baseball Screenshot Ever. Have We Evolved to Be Nasty or Nice?

I haven't any sort of plans for the future but I reckon things will work out in some manner.

One month after some other bushfire. Primrose Sands, the Forestier Peninsula. February 2013. The Road , Cormac McCarthy: Heartbreaking post-apocalyptic tale of father and son. Not much more than you can say than it is an emotionally shattering fable yet. Cold, hard and painful. Wonderful! A+ . Nabokov's Quartet , Vladimir Nabokov: A collection of four of Nabokov's short stories, published late in his life. I really liked the first one, which offers a lovely psychological depiction of a flawed fellow in a tricky situation. Two others I enjoyed, another less so. Decent. C+ .

It is more fitting for a man to laugh at life than to lament over it. 

Summer is coming to an end. Primrose Beach, Primrose Sands. February 2013. Wordless Wednesday. Wordless Wednesday, Primrose Sands, beautiful water, lovely sights, Hobart in the Summer, Primrose Beach, boats,