"a dream of irresponsibility, lethal larkiness and, above all, mobility..."
I'm re-reading (after many years) Peter Benchley's The Island, a pretty good yarn, and I came across the quote above. The narrator says it's a line from a book about the Spanish Main, but I think the author made it up, because I didn't get any Google results. Never mind; I love it anyway. I didn't even know larkiness was a word!
Something about that quote calls out to my restless heart, or brain, or spirit, or whatever. I have no desire to be lethal, particularly, but the rest is a damned good summation of a certain type of person, always looking to the horizon, who might need to be reminded, occasionally, to live in the moment as well. Or is that covered too?
I'm gonna go work on my larkiness now.
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