Let’s face it a dying man needs to die, as a sleepy man needs to sleep and there comes a time when it is wrong as well as useless to resist. The only way to get rid of temptation is to yield to it, like Oscar Wilde, I can resist everything but temptation.
The first rains, the waft of the earth, I cannot resist going out for a walk then. Then the rainbow pops, out, and ideas flit in and out like butterflies, punctuation settle into prose like a bee on a rose,it evokes the irresistible compulsion to pick a pen and write it is as if everything in creation has appointed painters or poets or in my case writers, and remains in bondage like the princess in a fairy tale until the appropriate liberator comes to set it free at the appropriate time.
About coffee what can I say, I strongly and firmly believe that BC is before coffee, like Prince Talleyrand says it,” save molecules of mocha stir up your blood without causing excess heat: the organ of though receives from it feeling of sympathy: work becomes easier and you will sit down without distress to do your principal repast which will restore your body and afford you a calm, delicious night.”One thing very certain about coffee… no matter where it is grown, sold, brewed and consumed, there will be lively controversy, strong opinions and good conversation.