stilites

Updated: May 13, 2025

The wind blows sometimes from the east in Simkinsville, as elsewhere, and there are still occasional days when the deacon betakes himself to the front gate and sits like a nineteenth-century Simon Stilites on his pillar, contemplating the open palm of his own hand, while he enriches Mrs. Frequent's répertoire of gossip by a picturesque item.

Ruth McEnery Stuart - Moriah's Mourning and Other Half-Hour Sketches