Monday, January 30, 2017

First Paragraph

Outdoors it was very very still, and from our bedroom we could hear the crickets and see the fireflies. I opined to my sister Trish, age twelve, that when the wind dies and silence ensues, fireflies acquire a voice, and it is then that they chirp out their joys for the benefit of the nightly company, visible and invisible.

- From Life at Great Elm in Miles Gone By: A Literary Autobiography by William F. Buckley Jr.

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