Uncle Athneal

By on August 23rd, 2009 in General
The Spells of a Bright Bequia Morning (nytimes.com)

n the heavily accented, lyrical poetry that passes for common speech among Bequians, Mr Ollivierre will tell you, “ The day I harpooned my first whale, there was such joy in my heart, I couldn’t speak. It turned my mind. You must choose what will please your life. You must have plenty of courage and be fast thinking.”