I stayed at the Sylvia Beach with a boyfriend in 2001 or 2, in the Edgar Allan Poe Room. I had o idea what a famous place it was at the time and all I could think about was the horrible feng shui of having an axe hanging over the bed! Great essay. So hard to know where to draw the line with these stories but you did a great job.
Thank you for reading and commenting. Thank you for the understanding and the compliment.
I was there in 1994 or 5 with this man... just seeing the B&B and forever wanting to come back and stay there.
Quite incredibly, I woke up in the E. B. White room on 9/11/01 with an Oregonian girl friend I'd met when interviewing people for the Goddess issue of the LA/OC Resources publication in 1988. That night we stayed in the Agatha Christie room overlooking the ocean. Three weeks later Andy Rooney read the following paragraphs on 60 Minutes or Sunday Morning that E.B. White wrote in his love letter to New York City called HERE IS NEW YORK.
"The city, for the first time in its long history, is destructible. A single flight of planes no bigger than a wedge of geese can quickly end this island fantasy, burn the towers, crumble the bridges, turn the underground passages into lethal chambers, cremate the millions. The intimation of mortality is part of New York now; in the sounds of jets overhead, in the black headlines of the latest editions."
"All dwellers in cities must live with the stubborn fact of annihilation; in New York the fact is somewhat more concentrated because of the concentration of the city itself, and because, of all targets, New York has a certain clear priority. In the mind of whatever perverted dreamer might loose the lightning, New York must hold a steady, irresistible charm."
I stayed at the Sylvia Beach with a boyfriend in 2001 or 2, in the Edgar Allan Poe Room. I had o idea what a famous place it was at the time and all I could think about was the horrible feng shui of having an axe hanging over the bed! Great essay. So hard to know where to draw the line with these stories but you did a great job.
Thank you for reading and commenting. Thank you for the understanding and the compliment.
I was there in 1994 or 5 with this man... just seeing the B&B and forever wanting to come back and stay there.
Quite incredibly, I woke up in the E. B. White room on 9/11/01 with an Oregonian girl friend I'd met when interviewing people for the Goddess issue of the LA/OC Resources publication in 1988. That night we stayed in the Agatha Christie room overlooking the ocean. Three weeks later Andy Rooney read the following paragraphs on 60 Minutes or Sunday Morning that E.B. White wrote in his love letter to New York City called HERE IS NEW YORK.
"The city, for the first time in its long history, is destructible. A single flight of planes no bigger than a wedge of geese can quickly end this island fantasy, burn the towers, crumble the bridges, turn the underground passages into lethal chambers, cremate the millions. The intimation of mortality is part of New York now; in the sounds of jets overhead, in the black headlines of the latest editions."
"All dwellers in cities must live with the stubborn fact of annihilation; in New York the fact is somewhat more concentrated because of the concentration of the city itself, and because, of all targets, New York has a certain clear priority. In the mind of whatever perverted dreamer might loose the lightning, New York must hold a steady, irresistible charm."