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“If you shut your eyes and are a lucky one, you may see at times a shapeless pool of lovely pale colours suspended in the darkness; then if you squeeze your eyes tighter, the pool begins to take shape, and the colours become so vivid that with another squeeze they must go on fire.” ― J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan
The bowler hat, also known as the billycock, is a hard felt hat with a rounded crown, originally created by London hat-makers Thomas and William Bowler during 1849, It has traditionally been worn with semi-formal and informal attire. The bowler, a protective and durable had style, was popular with the British, Irish, and American working classes during the second half of the nineteenth centrury.
“I’ll tell you what kind of red hair he had. I started playing golf when I was only ten years old. I remember once, the summer I was around twelve, teeing off and all, and having a hunch that if I turned around all of a sudden, I’d see Allie. So I did, and sure enough, he was sitting on his bike outside the fence–there was this fence that went all around the course–and he was sitting there, about a hundred and fifty yards behind me, watching me tee off. That’s the kind of red hair he had.”
―J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye
“For what it’s worth: it’s never too late or, in my case, too early to be whoever you want to be. There’s no time limit, stop whenever you want. You can change or stay the same, there are no rules to this thing. We can make the best or the worst of it.” – Eric Roth, The Curious Case of Benjamin Button, Screenplay
“All things, even the deepest sorrow or the most profound happiness are all temporary. Hope is fuel for the soul, without hope, forward motion ceases.”
― Landon Parham, First Night of Summer
“He foresaw his pale body reclined in it at full, naked, in a womb of warmth, oiled by scented melting soap, softly lavered. He saw his trunk and limbs riprippled over and sustained, buoyed lightly upward, lemonyellow: his navel, bud of flesh: and saw the dark tangled curls of his bush floating, floating hair of the stream around the limp father of thousands, a languid floating flower.” – James Joyce, Ulysses
