Simon Bolivar’s Daughter


Dear Boy

There are two sorts of understanding; one of which hinders a man from ever being considerable, and the other commonly makes him ridiculous; I mean, the lazy mind, and the trifling frivolous mind.

Yours I hope is neither.

 

On modern buildings rooves are sometimes noted to slope inwards instead of outwards. This might be thought to inhibit the flow of excess water during inclement weather. But the flexibility of modern design and improved drainage lays waste to this out-dated argument.

 

The Silver Knights of Finland quite often fought foreign invaders and until the year 1216 had not lost a battle.

However in the October of that year they were all slaughtered when the Russians launched a surprise attack near the small village of A.

Only one knight named Robert survived and was cared for in a nunnery.

His eventual fate is however unrecorded but it known that the Russians executed all their prisoners.

I visited the area last summer and noted in my diary that the bloody battlefields of the area are now golden cornfields.

 

Simon Bolivar’s daughter lived in a sprawling mansion about twenty miles from the sea. Although inland the air was quite fresh especially in the early months of the year.

His daughter had invited me to stay for a week which I gratefully accepted as I had been lonely of late and appreciated her company.

In the main room of her residence there was cable-car which offered access to the upper rooms. It had been installed as the stairs had become increasingly steep.

The actual cabin was lit by a single rather dull bulb which illuminated the red interior and created a rather pleasing effect.

There was also evidence of the friendly crows in this main room although I only ever witnessed their frolics in the gardens.

Once a day Simon Bolivar’s daughter inspected the gatekeeper and his family and for the next hour adopted their outdoor pursuits.

 


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