A Saturday afternoon in November was approaching the time of twilight, and the vast tract of unenclosed wild known as Egdon Heath embrowned itself moment by moment. Overhead the hollow stretch of whitish cloud shutting out the sky was as a tent which had the whole heath for its floor.Glorious! Equally, I enjoy the wit of Monty Python's writing about the Olympic sport of Thomas Hardy writing his first lines on The Return of the Native-
Song lyrics are supposed to produce an instantly indelible image in our mind while at the same time produce an emotion. A hard thing to do, if you have ever tried. Songwriters are an under-appreciated segment of the writer family. Here are several lyrics I just adore.
Man, it's a hot one. Like seven inches from the midday sun. (Santana, Smooth)
The Mississippi delta was shining like a national guitar. (Paul Simon, Graceland)
Speaking of genius, here is a short video from the ever entertaining Alton Brown.
