> Close to the bone, Fred; delicate, chillingly effective. Reminds me of the
> descriptions of the weird power-wielder in DE Stevenson's only [amongst 49
> gentle Scottish romance novels] sci-fi'like 'detective' novel [sorry forgot
> that book's title, and am unrepentently ungoogley while typing up emails].
> Greenspan Admits Error
> *Those of us who have looked to the self-interest of lending institutions
> to protect shareholders' equity, myself included, are in a state of shocked
> A. G., October 23, 2008
> The blight appeared on the farthest branch,
> where it met the ceiling.
> Inside an hour, leaves,
> with their many greens and stunning reds
> and crowns of spikes, were drooping
> and had closed on no food.
> By dawn, the bulbs that crested the loam
> had shrunk, revealing undigested bones;
> the familiar smell had changed.
> The old man, neat as always, grieved
> but (once a positivist) sought
> to name the pathos that he felt.
> A plant had tried to better itself;
> to become, with his help, an *effective
> predator ... As the servants
> shoveled away the mess, he gazed
> out at the hills and villages,
> quieter now without animals
> or children. Sighing,
> he puttered a few years among his orchids.