An Empty Desk

My desk may be empty, but if you look really closely, you’ll see that the netbook image is of me sitting at my desk. Yes, that is Mr. Darcy to the left (your left) and above the computer. Straight above, you will see a dingy church bulletin which only shines due to the sunlamp on my desk; it is rather a bad image of St. Paul, holding a quill aloft and writing on parchment by oil lamp. He has been writing an epistle, I believe, because, above his circular portrait, are the words, Able to do far more abundantly than all that we ask or think. On the desk sits my sea lion mug. By its side is Dr. Johnson’s London. My only bouquet is one of pencils and pens. The tape dispenser is empty, and so is my in-box! I’ve done some housecleaning, and now it is time to get back to work (the large basket is not my in-box, by the way. It’s a basket where I hide my 5-year-old’s artwork. It is never empty.)

p.s. I realized that if you enlarge this image, you can see everything clearly. Yes, that it is a broken ballerina waiting to be super-glued; my daughter’s artwork is behind the mug. The small image of the peregrine falcon is one of my dad’s smaller prints and, at that size, costs just 6 dollars. And if you think that you can actually find a pub where both a good brew and Mr. Darcy await you, then you are a bigger dreamer than I am. Cheers!



  1. Ah, yes, a deep mahogany, it ought to be, rather than Formica-covered pressed wood.

    Yes, of course it's a cool picture! It's my desk! And who are you sweet Anons who have been writing me messages?

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