More matter with less art


With all the waxing (pun intended) about the so-called Supermoon, strong recall comes of The Lotus Eater by Somerset Maugham.
“It was full moon the first time I came to Capri,” he went on reflectively. “It might be the same moon as tonight.”

“It was, you know,” I smiled.
He grinned. 

Written in 1935, as some things never change. The moon, for example. 
Good ol’ interwebs has the whole short story here and its worth your time too. A great read.

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