The days of hermit cave writers who are highly disconnected from their readers are long gone.
Not exact matches
Early into his
days of isolation though, he says, «the Lord Jesus told me that being a
hermit was too easy.»
Whether he is quizzing networking pioneers — men around his own age who still marvel at having been present at the creation — or listening to the testimony
of «modern -
day hermits» living off the grid and away from pervasive electromagnetic radiation, Mr. Herzog communicates compassion and astonishment in equal measure.
Our setting is a small backwater community, yet catastrophes and contretemps fairly tumble over one another within minutes
of the film's start: two members
of the local constabulary gone missing, the several -
days - ripe corpse
of a young woman turned up at lakeside, another cop shot in the foot by a whacked - out
hermit, and wait, is there yet one more dead woman to be discovered out there?
I linger over every item: photos
of loved ones, my children's drawings, posters, the little tin cyclist sent by a friend the
day before the Paris - Roubaix bike race, and the IV pole hanging over the bed where I have been confined these past six months, like a
hermit crab dug into his rock.
If we all hung out in our pajamas all
day,
hermited away from the world, we'd miss the sense
of connection that drives us as human beings.