As Proust, dying at fifty-one, approached the end of his curious martyrdom — an adult life spent mostly in bed, seeing, he complained in a letter, "only the awful walls of this room, never illuminated by daylight" — he divined, let us hope, how long a ride lay ahead.
As Proust, dying at fifty-one, approached the end of his curious martyrdom an adult life spent mostly in bed, seeing, he complained in a letter, "only the awful walls of this room, never illuminated by daylight"—he divined, let us hope, how long a ride lay ahead.
But he was bold and shrewd, adept at advancing his agenda by riding lies through the gaps in a NATO alliance that had blocked the Soviet menace but that was unable or unwilling to halt bloodletting in one of the last corners of Europe to emerge from dictatorship.
This was a Latvian amusement park, where the shells of old rides lay broken beside the new rides so the kids had something to climb on while they waited their turn in line.
No need to go far, we thought, when just a ferry ride away lies the south of Ireland, renowned for wonderful farm produce and seafood.
I'd be lying if I said I wasn't feeling the 17-year itch, but I'm concerned that a nice ride still lies beyond my budget, especially since my preference would be something in a deep shade of green.
The horse trod on her left wrist but there was no fracture and she rushed back by road to ride Cornerman, lying equal second after the dressage.
A short boat ride away lie coral islands, reefs and wrecks, offering some of the best diving in the world – the resort runs daily dives and Padi courses.
