
Certainty is thinner than it appears. Sometimes the mind only has to shift for the whole world to change with it. Darkness does not make the light disappear. Sometimes it simply makes us more aware of where to look. Some journeys end where they began. The traveller does not. A Thought for the Road
“All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.”“We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.”
“A sadder and a wiser man,
He rose the morrow morn.”
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The Word Of The Day
/ˈʃɪv.ər/ (UK), /ˈʃɪv.ɚ/ (US)
Origin:
From Middle English chivere, meaning “to tremble,” possibly connected with an older word for the jaw and the chattering of teeth.
Definition:
A sudden trembling movement of the body caused by cold, fear, excitement, or illness.
Example:
“A shiver passed through her when she heard the whisper behind the door.”
What Happened On This Day?

On this day — October 3, 1900 — Thomas Wolfe was born in Asheville, North Carolina. He would live only thirty-seven years, but he wrote with an almost overwhelming desire to capture experience before time carried it away. Childhood, family, cities, trains, roads, America, Europe, loneliness, ambition, memory, and the longing for home pour through his fiction in expansive sentences that often seem unwilling to let the world disappear.
Wolfe drew heavily and sometimes controversially from his own life. Look Homeward, Angel transformed Asheville into the fictional town of Altamont and Wolfe himself into Eugene Gant, while people from his family and community reappeared recognisably beneath fictional names. The result demonstrated both the power and the danger of autobiographical fiction: memory could turn private experience into literature, but publication returned that transformed experience to people who remembered the originals. His enormous manuscripts also made editing unusually important to his career, particularly through his celebrated—and later debated—collaboration with editor Maxwell Perkins.
At the centre of Wolfe’s writing lies a problem larger than autobiography: what does it mean to belong to a place once time has changed both the place and the person remembering it? His posthumously published title You Can’t Go Home Again gave English one of its enduring expressions for that impossibility. Home remains powerful precisely because returning cannot recreate the world memory preserves. On this day, Wolfe’s work reminds us why his abundance mattered: he wrote as though language might recover what time destroys, while knowing that it never completely can. Home may shape us permanently, even when the home we remember no longer exists.
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