Sunday, January 18, 2009

All's Well That Ends Well

At first I felt like a tool for feeling bad that a marvelous Orwell enthusiast tour guide, Peter Powell, had died almost a year ago. The only reason I felt sad was because it would have been amazing to meet and take a tour from him and now I would never be able to.

But then I saw that he was aged "39 or 40." That was a colorful exaggeration of his, but he still looks in that picture to have had a lot of vitality still left in him.

(now I feel bad for feeling glad that I have a legitimate reason for feeling bad, in case anyone is keeping score, which might be so in a few days' time when I open the floodgates)

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