Ballet Mecanique at the National Gallery of Art

TEA FOR NOVELISTS

A Nice Cup of Tea by George Orwell

-... become flowers or houses or people, permanent and recognisable, so in that moment all the flowers in our garden and in M. Swann's park, and the water-lilies on the Vivonne and the good folk of the village and their little dwellings and the parish church and the whole of Combray and of its surroundings, taking their proper shapes and growing solid, sprang into being, town and gardens alike, all from my cup of tea. -(Marcel Proust.)