Day: September 15, 2017

Dame Agatha Christie

Today would have been the 127th birthday of Agatha Christie. To mark the occasion, I will resume my readings of her Poirot novels by the order in which they were first published. The next one is Death on the Nile (1937), one of her essential books. Oddly enough, I’ve seen the film several times, but I don’t recall reading the book before.  Stay tuned. 

Death-on-the-NileSynopsis

The tranquillity of a cruise along the Nile was shattered by the discovery that Linnet Ridgeway had been shot through the head. She was young, stylish and beautiful. A girl who had everything…until she lost her life … until she lost her life.

Hercule Poirot recalled an earlier outburst by a fellow passenger: “I’d like to put my dear little pistol against her head and just press the trigger.” Yet in this exotic setting nothing was ever quite what it seemed …

Read more about her and her works at The Home of Agatha Christie.

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OT: Puerto de Navafria–La Horizontal & The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost

Last Wednesday, with my hiking group, a great circular trail known as La Horizontal at el Puerto de Navafria in the limit that separates Madrid from Segovia.

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And I still keep hearing the lines of the poem that one of my colleagues taught me. Poetry and mountain go hand in hand.

The Road Not Taken, by Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim,

Because it was grassy and wanted wear;

Though as for that the passing there

Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black.

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.

(Source: Poetry Foundation)