tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4751850602006071202.post3188173653393465136..comments2024-02-19T20:45:03.110-05:00Comments on Red Mug, Blue Linen : Saturday commute xlix: space to letLaurenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17972899387484460347noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4751850602006071202.post-70707601695697772622011-12-19T05:33:37.520-05:002011-12-19T05:33:37.520-05:00I cannot feel, Lucien, that any of one's walls...I cannot feel, Lucien, that any of one's walls should enjoy privileges greater than one's own, particularly where any thing of beauty is to be affixed. I dream well enough to contemplate the travel I could have enjoyed with the price of their already over-indulging paint, without letting them have the whole 9 yards of my reveries. Even with infinite means I'd probably not relinquish this to their enhancement. I know it marks one out as strange, but I've never believed in the spoiled wall; they have a job to do, and I say, let them get on with it. Hold the place up, Wall, and keep still.<br /><br />Still, I thank you for the generosity of the thought. :)Laurenthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17972899387484460347noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4751850602006071202.post-53692526560623419422011-12-17T17:08:47.149-05:002011-12-17T17:08:47.149-05:00this image of the B&W figure is one to view wi...this image of the B&W figure is one to view with relish and delight - to own it would be a thing of beauty hovering framed over your bed stead making sure you dreamed dreams of dreams delightLucienhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16749073528569025228noreply@blogger.com