The other day I was in a hurry in the morning. I told my husband that I was in a rush and let’s discuss that day’s program later. Five minutes later he seemed stunned to notice that I was still at home and he questioned me: ‘If you are in such a hurry why on earth do you need a make-up?’ ‘What do mean why?’ I asked. ‘I don’t step out on the street without make-up.’ ‘The hardships of being a woman’ stated he finally ‘but this insanity is why we love you, women!’ Well five minutes in the morning is worth this praise, doesn’t it? /Agatha Seymour/
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When All Seems Lost — and Even When It Doesn’t… As a writer, I read more than average. Not necessarily books that fall within my immediate interests, but rather those I can learn from, marvel at, analyze word by word, and sometimes even those that demand more effort from me than usual. That is how it is with Alice Munro. I bought my first book by her when she received the Nobel Prize. Then life happened, and the volume sat on my bookshelf—either I had no time for it, or it lingered somewhere at the bottom of my list of priorities. When I finally picked it up, I could hardly believe my eyes—or my reaction. First, I was utterly outraged; my blood pressure shot through the roof in an instant, and I almost started swearing in disbelief. I had barely skimmed the first few lines, yet that was enough to know: it was perfect. A true masterpiece. Excellence among the excellent. Every word reached the deepest layers of my soul. I was touched by its purity, its delicacy, the noblest simpli...
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