Smoke Gets In Your Eyes

You’re all romantics. Not in the Charlotte Bronte sense but in that when you read biblical stories you imagine yourselves as Daniel not the gamekeeper. You’re Lawrence ruling the desert while astride a majestic white charge not a faceless Arab extra on a camel. You’re never sweaty Sam making eyes and banging away on a piano — you’re wise guy Rick with the mysterious past.

Wendell Talley

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3 comments

  1. “Don’t Let the Stars get in Your Eyes when you’ve got water on the brain”

  2. “when you read biblical stories you imagine yourselves as Daniel not the gamekeeper” – Sorry, I’m thick, but where in Daniel is there anything that might involve a gamekeeper? I had managed to work out why a group of Cambodian farmers asked the missionary, after having been shown the “Jesus Film”, “What happened to the chickens?” (When hearing a cock crow, they expected to see or hear evidence of chickens), but this one defeats me. Rams and goats aren’t game. Would you call the person in charge of the den of lions a gamekeeper? I’d expect lions to be roaming somewhere freely before I called the person in charge of them a gamekeeper! Please explain.

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