I just started Green Dolphin Street by Elizabeth Goudge. Can't tell too much about it yet, as I am not very far in.
But here's a little snippet that made me think:
"No, ye won't forget me, nor me you," Captain O'Hara announced in stntorian tones as they went up the companion ladder together. "There's much that goes to the makin' of a man or woman into somethin' better than a brute beast, but there's three things in chief, an' them three are the places where life sets us down, an' the folk life knocks us up against, an'---what damn fool left this bucket here, right across the companionway to trip me up like a drunken tinker on me own deck? Nat! Nathaniel! nat, ye old divil, who put this bloody bucket----"
Nat popped up at his elbow and quickly removed it.
"What's the third thing, sir?" asked Marianne, to distract his wrathful attention. "The things we own?"
"Ah, you've an acquisitive nature, you have," chuckled Captain O'Hara. "No, me dear, not the things ye get but the things ye don't get. Ah, you'll learn, you'll learn!"
Now there's a thought, huh?
I'm also continuing to read Letters to Malcolm, Chiefly on Prayer. Here's a little something from that:
.....in order to find God it is perhaps not always necessary to leave the creatures behind. We may ignore, but we can nowhere evade, the presence of God. The world is crowded with Him. He walks everywhere incognito, and the incognito is not always hard to penetrate. The real labour is to remember, to attend. In fact, to come awake. Still more, to remain awake.
Good stuff, that.
