Hurry, there is still time - if you have never read Loren Eiseley you have been missing hundreds of passages like this one:
A man who has once looked with the archaeological eye will never see quite normally. He will be wounded by what other men call trifles. It is possible to refine the sense of time until an old shoe in the bunch grass or a pile of 19th century bottles in an abandoned mining town tolls in one’s head like a hall clock. This is a price one pays for learning to read time from surfaces other than the illustrated dial. It is the melancholy secret of the artifact, the humanly touched thing.
(Quoted from page 81 of The Night Country, by Loren Eiseley. Charles Schribner’s Sons, 1987.)
For a brief biography of Loren Eiseley, click here. For images of and relating to Loren Eiseley, click here.
A man who has once looked with the archaeological eye will never see quite normally. He will be wounded by what other men call trifles. It is possible to refine the sense of time until an old shoe in the bunch grass or a pile of 19th century bottles in an abandoned mining town tolls in one’s head like a hall clock. This is a price one pays for learning to read time from surfaces other than the illustrated dial. It is the melancholy secret of the artifact, the humanly touched thing.
(Quoted from page 81 of The Night Country, by Loren Eiseley. Charles Schribner’s Sons, 1987.)
For a brief biography of Loren Eiseley, click here. For images of and relating to Loren Eiseley, click here.
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