Languorous, lingering, luxuriant and self-indulgent. I never could have dreamed of such a day, before the other night, when he called me:
‘Are we still on for tomorrow?’
‘Why ever not?’ I asked: ‘What was the plan again?’
‘A picnic,’ he said, ‘by the lake: I’ll bring the sandwiches, if you’ll bring the cake?’
‘Of course.’ I said, and before he hung up he added:
‘And bring no book, for this one day, we’ll give to idleness.’
He has such a poetic turn of phrase! And such an idle day it was: the best of summer.
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And bring no book, for this one day
We’ll give to idleness.
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