Blanco Brown Quotes

I strolled into a downtown parking garage, wearing a black pantsuit and matching heels. I’d pulled my dark, chocolate-brown hair up into a high, sleek ponytail, while black glasses with clear lenses covered my cold gray eyes. I looked like just another corporate office drone, right down to the enormous black handbag I carried.

TO MY DOG BLANCO My dear dumb friend, low lying here, A willing vassal at my feet, — Glad partner of my home and fare. My shadow in the street, — I look into your great brown eyes, Where love and loyal homage shine, And wonder where the difference lies Between your soul and mine. For all of good that I have found Within myself or human kind Hath royally informed and crowned Your gentle heart and mind. I scan the whole broad earth around For that one heart which, real and true, Bears friendship without end or bound. And find the prize in you. I trust you as I trust the stars; Nor cruel loss, nor scoff, nor pride. Nor beggary, nor dungeon bars. Can move you from my side. As patient under injury As any Christian saint of old; As gentle as a lamb with me, But with your brothers bold. More playful than a frolic boy, More watchful than a sentinel — By day and night your constant joy To guard and please me well. I clasp your head upon my breast — The while you whine and lick my hand — And thus our friendship is confessed. And thus we understand. Ah, Blanco I Did I worship God As truly as you worship me, Or follow where my Master trod, With your humility — Did I sit fondly at His feet. As you, dear Blanco, sit at mine, And watch Him with a love as sweet. My life would grow divine. - Josiah Gilbert Holland

No one touched the pumpkin foot, except me. I cut a huge slice and dug in. To my surprise, it tasted musty and earthy, just how I imagined the flavor of the color brown would be...

Vicente wanted to report that the luna and his henchmen were quick with the whip, but these men, haoles, americanos blancos, in starched collars and dark coats, considered themselves superior to the foreigners, those Others, those not like them, never like them. Others spoke Japanese or Spanish or any language not English. Others were natives from the islands that were all sun and play and populated with lazy men who were like children in need of a firm hand because they were brown or black or poor. Others must be taught how to work and to live and to submit to the higher knowledge of those not foreign, of those not Other. Vicente thought of these men as Inside Men: inside their houses, inside their stores, insider their family circles, inside their offices where they decided how to make money and how to keep it. Vicente knew that these Inside Men meant to share as little as possible with men like him, the Others who earned their money for them.