[the_old_crowd] Is there anybody there?

[JoAnna Wahlund]

I'm a longtime lurker.   I'm also eight months pregnant with my first child, so between
dealing with the symptoms of pregnancy, trying to get ready for the baby, and all the
hustle and bustle that comes with the holiday season... I don't have much time for
posting.  :)

Plus, I really don't feel like I have anything meaningful to contribute - usually when we
have a discussion, I'm floored by the length, introspection, and erudition of all the
posts!  I don't feel that I can compete!  I do enjoy reading them, though.

For the record, I've enjoyed the movies.  I don't think that they're GREAT, per se, but
enjoyable.  They've gotten a few people I know (who normally hate reading) interested in
reading the HP series, so that's a good thing.  I bought the first two myself, but I'm
putting the third on my Christmas list... if I can get someone else pay for it, I'll
consider myself lucky.  :D  

--- carolynwhite2 <carolynwhite2 at ...> wrote:

> 
> Kneasy posted here one second before I put this up, but I'll post it 
> anyway. Troublemakers both.
> 
> I guess I shouldn't be the person asking this, since my last post was 
> so tedious that it seems to have stopped all chat for nearly two 
> months...but is there a reason why this list is so quiet?
> 
> - nothing left to say until Book 6?
> - less interested in HP than before?
> - no time to post here as well as elsewhere?
> - ??
> 
> 
> Carolyn
> Wondering if collecting together excerpts from everyone's first posts 
> would get people talking, or alternatively, get her thrown out.
> 
> 
> 
> 'Is there anybody there?' said the Traveller,
> Knocking on the moonlit door;
> And his horse in the silence champed the grasses
> Of the forest's ferny floor:
> And a bird flew up out of the turret,
> Above the Traveller's head
> And he smote upon the door again a second time;
> 'Is there anybody there?' he said.
> But no one descended to the Traveller;
> No head from the leaf-fringed sill
> Leaned over and looked into his grey eyes,
> Where he stood perplexed and still.
> But only a host of phantom listeners
> That dwelt in the lone house then
> Stood listening in the quiet of the moonlight
> To that voice from the world of men:
> Stood thronging the faint moonbeams on the dark stair,
> That goes down to the empty hall,
> Hearkening in an air stirred and shaken
> By the lonely Traveller's call.
> And he felt in his heart their strangeness,
> Their stillness answering his cry,
> While his horse moved, cropping the dark turf,
> 'Neath the starred and leafy sky;
> For he suddenly smote on the door, even
> Louder, and lifted his head:-
> 'Tell them I came, and no one answered,
> That I kept my word,' he said.
> Never the least stir made the listeners,
> Though every word he spake
> Fell echoing through the shadowiness of the still house
> From the one man left awake:
> Ay, they heard his foot upon the stirrup,
> And the sound of iron on stone,
> And how the silence surged softly backward,
> When the plunging hoofs were gone.
> 
> The Listeners, Walter de la Mare
> 
> 
> 
> 


=====
~JoAnna~ 

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http://www.geocities.com/j_wahlund





		
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