We Stopped at Hearst Castle on Our Way to SF
posted by .Tom Kapanka | 1:56 AM
patterns of ink
How fruitless to be ever thinking yet never embrace a thought... to have the power to believe and believe it's all for naught. I, too, have reckoned time and truth (content to wonder if not think) in metaphors and meaning and endless patterns of ink. Perhaps a few may find their way to the world where others live, sharing not just thoughts I've gathered but those I wish to give. Tom Kapanka
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3 Comments:
Rosebud....
Hearst showed what a plethora of well-placed "patterns of ink" could produce! :-D
Your little brother,
Jim
PS -- Hearst was "Citizen Kane," right?
Jim,
I saw this two months later. Yes, the fictional Citizen Kane is most often said to be Hearst, but there is no mention of this at the Hearst Castle (no surprise there, since Hearst forbade any mention of this Academy Award winning film in his national newspapers of the time). He was clearly one of the most famous (some would say infamous) shapers of history and current events of the first half of the 20th Century. Anyone going within 100 miles of San Simeon should make a day of this place.
looks fun
:)
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