Author: Adam

Images Of Empty Streets

A true appreciation of life and the freedoms that we enjoy, for the most part, is only possible for many when those freedoms, when the benefits of society and the Rights which have been fought for over generations, are taken away from them through no fault of their own. The internet, which for some is…


And The Conversation Dies

I agree with your thoughts: developing a penfriend relationship, or any written friendship, is considerably harder than creating and maintaining a friendship where two people can meet, talk, and see one another face-to-face. It requires considerably more dedication, and patience, to keep a conversation alive, not just because of the unusual form it takes, but…


The Smallest Trace Of Earth, The Tiniest Drop Of Water

One of the greatest things we have been given is that of the imagination: the ability to put ourselves into a different time or place, to turn left or right, to view and experience something which we cannot physically touch, but which comes alive within our minds through our own efforts. I often think that…


I Was Never One For Hemingway

I’ll come straight out and say it the way it is: I was never one for Hemingway. For some reason his work has never appealed to me, although I will also admit to not having read a great deal of what he wrote during sober or not so sober moments. Shakespeare was one of the…


Great Minds Discuss Ideas

It is fair to say my time is, indeed, taken up with many things – including the dinner parties and meetings or discussions with friends that you mention in your letter – but also so arranged that I always have time to receive and read letters, and then make time to write a half-way decent…


It Is Mostly A Fake Life

For a while, many years ago, I had a web site which covered the idea of letter writing, of how to frame a letter, who to contact, what to write about. It was a moderate success, but didn’t really satisfy the need. Rather, I discovered, it covered all those platitudes which every other site sets…


The First Things Which Suffer Are The Pleasures Of The Mind

I’m not sure that I would, in my advanced years, be a good pupil when it comes to learning how to play a musical instrument. As a child it was something which was expected: music was a major part of the educational system, and anyone who did not take part was looked at as if…


He Tries His Wings In Short Excursions

There is no doubt in my mind but that we are all seeking some form of wisdom in the best way that we can, through any means which are available to us. That wisdom could be the highest plane available, on the meaning of Life, on Truth, Justice and Virtue, or it could also be…


Shrouded In The Mists Of Uncertainty

I think it fair to say that any move toward something new is tough to begin with, in taking up the final thread in your letter. We all stand at the base of a long ladder whose top is, perhaps, shrouded in the mists of uncertainty, and are not sure whether to climb, or remain…


We Are All Individual, With Our Own Lives And Thoughts

Even before I really get down to the pleasure of writing a reply, there is something that has been plaguing me, has been bothering my mind since I read your letter on Saturday, and it is best described as an intense feeling of disappointment. Letter writing is such a personal action, where a single friend…


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