The Henry James sentence of the day, from “Travelling Companions,” 1870:
I steeped myself with unprotesting joy in the gorgeous glow and salubrity of that radiant scene, wherein, against her bosky screen of immortal verdure, the rosy-footed, pearl-circled, nymph-flattered victim of a divine delusion rustles her lustrous satin against the ambrosial hide of bovine Jove.
I love Henry James.
Other Things of Beauty:
They came, they mucked around on the roof:
Dragged a few of these up there:
And about 5 minutes after the system went on:
Wonder what Henry James would have had to say about it all.