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Essay Archive - A Lesson From Oliver
A Lesson From Oliver
Like any other morning I was up at four, the day Oliver met with his
violent death.
At four in the morning the grass is wet.
Now, it's still wet at 6 a.m. and even at seven, and these tend to
be the hours of choice for most people wishing to appreciate the phenomenon
of grass wetness. But it's a tragedy of economics that, when work starts
at 5 a.m., one is not afforded the same time-options for grass appreciation
as members of the sane world.
Nor was this tragedy confined to my having to appreciate the wet
grass while in a metabolic state more suited to hibernation. Four a.m. was
my only ....
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