All I want is a room somewhere

September 7, 2009 7:57 AM

“It was the best place to be, thought Wilbur, this warm delicious cellar, with the garrulous geese, the changing seasons, the heat of the sun, the passage of swallows, the nearness of rats, the sameness of sheep, the love of spiders, the smell of manure, and the glory of everything.”

A list of resources and articles and a poem.

posted by nax (7 comments total)

Garrulous cheese? That's why we pasteurize now-a-days.
posted by StickyCarpet at 8:10 AM on September 7, 2009 [1 favorite]

1918 Concrete Root Cellar - Maudslay Estate, Newburyport, MA

Bronson spent some time in Broadmoor himself and claims to know about the treatment of the criminally insane. He says the doctors recognised that he wasn't mad and in the end had no choice but to move him back to a high-security prison. "But Bob lives in a complete fantasy world of violence. We now hate each other. I pray to one day bump into him at 300mph and, unlike him, I don't need a blade. Nobody rips my heart out or eats my brain – especially a fucking nutcase like Bob Maudsley."
posted by Inspector.Gadget at 8:11 AM on September 7, 2009

"warm"? "heat of the sun"? Shouldn't a cellar be cool and dark? And come to think of it, none of the cellars I've encountered (and I've encountered quite a few in my life, oh yes I have) had manure in them.

But, yes.

do children's books have such fine writing any more?
posted by five fresh fish at 8:56 AM on September 7, 2009

Peaches on the shelf
Potatoes in the bin
Supper's ready-- everybody come on in.
Taste a little of the summer,
My grandma put it all in jars.
- Greg Brown, "Canned Goods"
posted by The White Hat at 10:38 AM on September 7, 2009

Apparently barn cellars (where Wilbur lived) are separate from root cellars.
posted by unmake at 2:43 PM on September 7, 2009

we have lots of black widows around these parts. they are all named 'charlotte'
posted by sexyrobot at 2:58 PM on September 7, 2009

Well, darn, unmake.
posted by nax at 6:02 AM on September 8, 2009