Today we got pre-approved for a sizable mortgage.
I pushed JS all the way to the hospital and back. He has a small very low wheelchair so that from my height it was rather back breaking, but a pleasure to get to know him a little.
I feel such affection for these dying men. A real joyous tenderness comes over me. I am well paid, but the work is also very rewarding sometimes in this way. Admittedly, at other times, I succumb to a sort of elitist attitude of being fed up with them that they have not been able to live their lives differently. These are the angel and devil that sit on either shoulder.
ORESTES – REVIEW OF NATIONAL THEATRE OF NORTHERN GREECE PRODUCTION - *James Karas* Western civilization has done well by the griefs of the House of Atreus. From Aeschylus’s *Oresteia* to plays by Sophocles and Euripides, the...
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