The Rain...
Sep. 9th, 2007 05:49 pm...is raining all around. It rains on both the just and the unjust. But moreso on the just; for the unjust hath the just's umbrella. (Quoted from L'Engle.)
It's currently pouring torrentially in the little burg of new city, reminding me nostalgically of the Tokyo rainy season. From my living room window I can look out onto the side-street at the little cheery houses and stoic leaf-laden trees, which tremble almost imperceptibly in the downpour. Inside my snug safe haven, I'm engaged in the act of meeting Erwin Panofsky's intellectual rapier thrusts with my own modest first-year graduate student parries.
And somewhere in the back of my mind, threatening to derail my much-needed concentration, are images of Tokyo streets slick with rainwater.
It's currently pouring torrentially in the little burg of new city, reminding me nostalgically of the Tokyo rainy season. From my living room window I can look out onto the side-street at the little cheery houses and stoic leaf-laden trees, which tremble almost imperceptibly in the downpour. Inside my snug safe haven, I'm engaged in the act of meeting Erwin Panofsky's intellectual rapier thrusts with my own modest first-year graduate student parries.
And somewhere in the back of my mind, threatening to derail my much-needed concentration, are images of Tokyo streets slick with rainwater.