Stephen Evans

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Stephen is a playwright and author of The Marriage of True Minds and A Transcendental Journey.

Small Copy

"What these strong masters wrote at large in miles, I followed in small copy in my acre; For there’s no rood has not a star above it"

Ralph Waldo Emerson 

Society and Solitude

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Virginia M Macasaet
hmmm.... i did very poorly in literature class. I don't understand the fancy language ... Read More
Tuesday, 27 January 2015 11:56
Stephen Evans
I had to look up rood myself! - it can mean either a cross or a measure of land. I think Emerson is speaking of land here, since ... Read More
Tuesday, 27 January 2015 16:20
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A Thankful Heart

"A thankful heart is not only the greatest virtue, but the parent of all other virtues."

Cicero

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I Keep Reminding Myself

"Write as it is given you, and not till it be given you, and never mind a whit.”

 Thomas Carlyle, in a letter to Ralph Waldo Emerson

 

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Rosy Cole
Got a problem. They don't do a hashtag on Twitter #amnotwriting. Perhaps I should start one just for you and Thomas Carlyle (wh... Read More
Wednesday, 21 January 2015 18:06
Stephen Evans
If that's what is given you, why not?
Wednesday, 21 January 2015 19:00
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Heart of Gold

He was the pleasantest man I ever knew. Well, I ever met. I didn’t know him. No one did really.

He smiled at everyone. But I never heard him say a word except to Milly, who was waitressing then down at the diner. But it wasn’t his order – he didn’t have to say that. He got the same thing every time, no matter what time of day he came in: Fried egg sandwich, fries, coke. All he said, all I ever heard him say anyway, was “thank you very much”. I suppose at one point he must have told someone his order, because otherwise how would they know. But I never heard it.

One day while he was eating he just fell down dead. Oh, they took him to the hospital. When they got there, they cut open his chest to do surgery or something. That’s when they found it.

Solid, they said. Shiny. Worth about a million dollars. Which was good, because he didn’t have insurance.

Guess he didn’t expect it to break.

 

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Rosy Cole
I find this vignette a little unnerving all round, but very well turned ... Read More
Saturday, 17 January 2015 18:38
Stephen Evans
Oddness abounds. ... Read More
Saturday, 17 January 2015 20:07
Rosy Cole
I've realised what - whom - it reminds me of... Magritte! ... Read More
Sunday, 18 January 2015 17:02
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Monika Schott Losing The Compass
13 January 2020
Beautifully said, Rosy. Cheers to you. X
Rosy Cole Christmas At Thomas Hardy's Sherton Abbas
04 January 2020
Thank you! It was! Glad you enjoyed! :-)
Monika Schott Farm Reflections: Gratitude
01 January 2020
Thanks, Stephen. And a fabulous 2020 to you.
Stephen Evans Christmas At Thomas Hardy's Sherton Abbas
31 December 2019
Stunning - what a wonderful p;lace to celebrate Christmas.
Stephen Evans Farm Reflections: Gratitude
30 December 2019
Congratulations on completing your research and best wishes for your next adventure!