Friday, October 12, 2018


I read Flowers for Algernon in my teens. I was working for the summer on my grandfather's boat. I did not run across the equally memorable Omelas until my sister posted it on her blog. So recently. Both hit the part of memory that, oddly enough, remembers.

I've read works of power that move but I was struck again by the first story tonight. It sometimes still springs out on you. The power of words.

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