Tuesday, March 21, 2006

Dostoevsky and Tea....

A friend sent me this quote:

"I only like playing with words, only dreaming, but, do you know, what I really want is that you should all go to hell. That is what I want. I want peace; yes, I'd sell the whole world for a farthing, straight off, so long as I was left in peace. Is the world to go to hell, or am I to go without my tea? I say that the world may go to hell for me so long as I always get my tea."
-- Notes From Underground (Dostoevsky)

A day without tea is misfortune. Or worse.

Try talking to me before my morning tea. (Ask my former girlfriends.)

It is more than just caffeine, as I drink white and aged teas low in that dreaded stimulant. It is the fragrance, the warmth, the liquid character that uplifts in a way nothing else can. The substantive quality that raises me to the level I need to be at before I can deal with the others in this world: the news, politics, traffic. Pushing crowds at the grocery store, at the post-office.

I just got off the phone with Jack Strand and ordered some more tea.

Strand Tea

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