It was his favorite thing -- to hunt the stealthy, transparent, invisible fish, to know enough about its habits to isolate it in all that dark water, to present a fly or an egg of his own making, the right size and color, at the right angle at the right depth at the right speed to trigger the thing to animal desire, then to fight the thing in its own environs, counting on his knots, his timing, and the proper setting of his drag, then to catch the thing, to hold it, and then to let it go. -- From "Catch and Release"
Thomas Lynch
Oh, yes, you can tell this man started his writing life as a poet. Sheer rhythmic satisfaction, such loveliness and precision.
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Oh Jan... you do make me want to read. If only I didn't feel guilty when reading anything other than course work. Sigh...
I know the feeling, AT. Last night I made the conscious decision NOT to do school work, but it's always a wrestling match with the workload. I think we book/writing lovers have to feed our habit, or we begin to shrink and shrivel.
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