She knew that he read books. Okay, so it was that trendy kind of real-life adventure-tragedy-on-Everest-in-Antarctica-in-Krakatoa-with-sharks-with-fire stuff. Sure, it was Dick Lit (a term Nina had coined in response to Chick Lit), but they were books, for god's sake, and not just the sports or business pages that many men considered reading.

While reading thru this thread, I realize that many experience the same things. There is sadness and very deep emotions involved. My favourites nowadays are 'Shiny Beast', 'Doc at the radar station', and 'Icecream for crow'. They are all pretty new productions, from '79 and up. His least appealing stuff is to me the more traditional blues stuff he recorded mid-70's. There are to much candy on them for a maniac like me. For Ron, I would recommend listening to them first. They are less compromiseless than the rest.

To the wine-house I saw the sage repair, / Bearing a wine-cup, and a mat for prayer; / I said, O Shaikh, what does this conduct mean? / Said he, Go drink! the world is naught but air.

She was young and blithe, with a face like an April morning, and a voice in her that put the laverocks to shame.