Posts classified under: John Rees Moore

Betty, I cried in the night, come closer. I’m chilled to the bone, and my brain is foggy; A kind of numbness steals through every limb.

The only way to do this properly, it seems to me, is to travel along with Homer, hitting the highlights and commenting as I go.

Loving thy neighbor is hard to do: that dirty, ignorant, stinking fellow Black or white, Hindu or Jew, requires you…

That great hulk of a man, Dr. Johnson, Had many ills both of mind and body