When winter comes, I dive into these ancient, old Scottish volumes of prayers, poems, and fireside tales. So weird, otherworldly, then all of a sudden, I recognize something, that this one or that one have been set to music by a folk artist or a British choir to which I listen, and it's like a deja vu, like the ancient world already at life among us.
Do you have books that you were reading for the first time, then were surprised that you already knew parts of them from elsewhere?
Please click the link to see the rather magnificent compiler-translator Alexander Carmichael and to decide if you think he might be an ancestor of Walt Whitman (similar grim grandeur!).
by Roots-and-Berries