Sunday, 20 March 2011
In my youth, I attended a wonderful camp among the idillic hills of North Carolina. On Sunday night, each camper received a special treat: A singular candy bar, of our choosing.
What the average American eats four times a day, we savored for an hour. Afterward, our candybar wrappers clutched, we retired to Campfire Hill for a night of storytelling and listening.
Similarly, this post is a rare candybar of literature, a prefatory delight for stories to come. I’ve picked a few excerpts from works worth reading. You ain’t finding these on any quote site, surely. This time you get Camus, Rimbaud, and Barthelme.