Words on Wednesday 2….
Always nostalgic thinking about Out of Africa!
I learned to watch, to put my trust in other hands than mine. I learned to wander. I learned what every dreaming child needs to know — that no horizon is so far that you cannot get above it or beyond it. These I learned at once. But most things come harder.
Beryl Markham, West with the Night
How is it possible to bring order out of memory? I should like to begin at the beginning, patiently, like a weaver at his loom. I should like to say, “This is the place to start; there can be no other.”
But there are a hundred places to start for there are a hundred names…
So the name shall be Nungwe:
Date: 16/6/35
Type of aircraft: Avro Avian
Journey — Nairobi to Nungwe
Time — 3 hrs 40 min
Pilot — Self
So begins, West with the Night by Beryl Markham.
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West with the Night is my absolutely favorite book. I’ve read it many times because Beryl Markham weaves words so beautifully. If you want to read an equally poetic book read Paula McClain’s book on Markham Circling the Sun. Cheers — Kathryn
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Kathryn,
Thanks very much. Will check it out.
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