ClimbingSky

Why Baseball, Books, and the Grateful Dead matter

COFFEE

  • A Picture’s Worth a Thousand Words

    ‘Nuff said! Read more

  • A Picture’s Worth a Thousand Words

    ‘Nuff Said! Read more

  • A Picture’s Worth a Thousand Words

    ‘Nuff said! Read more

  • LITERARY COFFEE: Le Fanu

    “I believe that every one who sets about writing in earnest does his work, as a friend of mine phrased it, on something — tea, or coffee, or tobacco. I suppose there is a material waste that must be hourly supplied in such occupations, or that we should grow too abstracted, and the mind, as… Read more

  • LITERARY COFFEE: D.H. Lawrence

    “Let us go into the town,” he said, and he rushed her into a train, moving to the town station. They went to a cafe to drink coffee, she sat looking at people in the street, and a great wound was in her breast, a cold imperturbability in her soul. ~ D.H. Lawrence. The Rainbow. Read more

  • LITERARY COFFEE: D.H. Lawrence

    The young people flocked out into the mysterious night. There was sound of laughter and voices, and a scent of coffee. The farm-buildings loomed dark in the background. Figures, pale and dark, flitted about, intermingling. The red fire glinted on a white or a silken skirt, the lanterns gleamed on the transient heads of the… Read more

  • LITERARY COFFEE: D.H. Lawrence

    Supper was laid. He swung the curtain over the window. There was a bowl of freesias and scarlet anemones on the table. She bent to them. Still touching them with her finger-tips, she looked up at him, saying: “Aren’t they beautiful?” “Yes,” he said. “What will you drink — coffee?” “I should like it,” she… Read more

  • LITERARY COFFEE:Dangerous Liaisons

    I dispatched my dinner as soon as possible. The dessert was scarcely served, when the infernal Volanges, probably with a design to prejudice me, got up to follow the charming woman. I foresaw this project, but disappointed her. I feigned to take this particular motion for a general one; and rising at the same time,… Read more

  • LITERARY COFFEE: James Joyce

    — Now touching a cup of coffee, Mr Bloom ventured to plausibly suggest to break the ice, it occurs to me you ought to sample something in the shape of solid food, say, a roll of some description. Accordingly his first act was with characteristic SANGFROID to order these commodities quietly. ~ James Joyce. Ulysses. Read more

  • LITERARY COFFEE: James Joyce

    There he is: the brother. Image of him. Haunting face. Now that’s a coincidence. Course hundreds of times you think of a person and don’t meet him. Like a man walking in his sleep. No-one knows him. Must be a corporation meeting today. They say he never put on the city marshal’s uniform since he… Read more