I have often noticed that these things, which obsess me, neither bother nor impress other people even slightly. I am horribly apt to approach some innocent at a gathering and, like the ancient mariner, fix him with a wild glitt'ring eye and say, "Do you know that in the head of the caterpillar of the ordinary goat moth there are two hundred twenty-eight separate muscles?" The poor wretch flees. I am not making chatter; I mean to change his life. I seem to possess an organ that others lack, a sort of trivia machine. -- Annie Dillard, Pilgrim (1974) 1998, 134.
Saturday, October 20, 2012
Quotes from the Blessed Matron Saint of Your Pilgrim's Blog
Emphasis added, by your Pilgrim blogger:
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