Showing posts with label George Eliot. Show all posts
Showing posts with label George Eliot. Show all posts

Thursday, April 7, 2011

The Squirrel's Heart

If we had a keen vision and feeling of all ordinary human life, it would be like hearing the grass grow and the squirrel's heart beat, and we should die of that roar which lies on the other side of silence. -- George Eliot




This little guy lives next door to Borden's in the Woods. He's one customer who knows his peanuts.