Bishop Castle

Deep Red, Chapter Thirty

←Chapter Twenty-Nine July 27, 1973: Third summer at Haven. Every time I come, I feel like I’m getting closer to something, and I want to know what. Derek tells me to be patient. I ask with what. He says, “Everything.” I told him I’m ready, and he said that he had to be sure this time. It’s a big change from last summer when he was telling me to be

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Malcolm Gladwell on Work

“Those three things — autonomy, complexity, and a connection between effort and reward—are, most people agree, the three qualities that work has to have if it is to be satisfying. It is not how much money we make that ultimately makes us happy between nine and five. It’s whether our work fulfills us. If I offered you a choice between being an architect for $75,000 a year and working in a tollbooth

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#1%

The rich really are different from the rest of us. Exhibit A is the woman who asked an advice columnist if it was alright to not give Halloween candy to the poor kids who carpooled into her wealthy neighborhood. Studies support this difference as noted by Fitzgerald. The rich give much less to charity. They have no clue how the 99% live. They think the poor shouldn’t vote. But, most

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Garden Constellations

The yard looks still. Winds riffle green-coin leaves, slim white-preened bark. Sage blooms rust and scratch, each purple nodule at last breaking in breeze to settle in a riverstone crevice. Pale roses wilt. Ridges curl, brown-strafed. Below, roots mottle and twist, an endless lurching and creeping through undersoil. Ants hustle through flagstone fissures, scream a frenzied silence. Harvest is hell. A spin to thicken before fall. Spikes of green fronding

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