Pasternak and Bradbury greeted each other

Pasternak and Bradbury greeted each other warmly at Peredelkino. Oranges glowed in a bowl, tea brewed in a samovar, and crows and owls congratulated each other in the autumn wo

Ods whilst ten people nearby had copies of their books ready to be signed. Bradbury had homemade dandelion wine, freshly bottled.

signed off. He loved books. They were his friends. Clarisa too. He floated downstream on a river of words. They carried him far & wide into worlds only he dreamed of.

The words brought him useful information like "How to have a social life" and "How to talk to strangers", it was just putting it into practice that was the hardest part. Clarisa

twisted her finger together as he approached, but let them fall limp as his voice died in his throat and he walked past without a word. Words only gave information, not the courage

to say what must be said. She hesitated, but then turned on her heel. "So is that it then?" she said, louder than she intended. It wasn't a regular thing for her to be so assertive

but she was damned if they were gonna watch another UFC Fight Night instead of Jane by Design. She'd play the conjugal rights card if necessary- though only as a threat, of course

she knew he really liked Jane by Design more than UFC Fight Night. He just acted as if he didn't because his father was a UFC Fighter who was supposed to be on an episode of Jane

by Design, playing a Haute Couture jockstrap designer named Kanye Westmount. If the UFC had found out...well...he would've had to change his name from Bruce to Kathy. Ouch!