Morning post

Remember in old novels, letters came by the morning post AND the afternoon post?

At any rate, I am getting ready to head over to the library for my appointment and wanted to post this bit of news.

This morning I finished getting the book divided into chapters. I tweaked the format a bit more. And I found a great quote to use at the beginning of the book, something from the fourteenth-century Persian lyric poet Khwāja Shams-ud-Dīn Muḥammad Ḥāfeẓ-e Shīrāzī, known by his pen name of Ḥāfeẓ:

Run my dear,
From anything
That may not strengthen
Your precious budding wings.

I like the idea of opening a story set in the hill country of Texas, told by a recovering alcoholic whose wife abandoned him for a con man, with a quote from a Persian poet who is famous for praising the joys of wine and love and for attacking religious hypocrisy.