Volcanoes and jellyfish were far away, but Oliver wore a snorkel mask and put his face in the lake often to observe the small-mouth bass and brown trout wading in the transparent deep. It was the year he fell in love with the American writer Bill Hayes, who watched us from the dock as we swam out to an invisible rock at the point, where we treaded water and talked about shyness, his and mine. This was after he’d lost his sight in one eye because of a rare tumor, but before he learned that it had metastasized and occupied a third of his liver. When we swam, I wore a bright-orange cap and stayed a little ahead of him (“in the two-o’clock position”) so Oliver could see me. There is only the overwhelming sense of total immersion, of buoyancy, of well-being, and of the instinctual rightness of stroking through dark silky water, which on some days would throw us about like an ocean.
Age disappears when one is swimming, so it didn’t matter that I was twenty-five years younger. I swam with Oliver in the Adirondacks in a cold green lake where he had swum for several decades. “Thoughts and images, sometimes whole paragraphs,” occur to him, and he must swim back to shore to hastily write them down. In his revealing memoir “On the Move” (the title is borrowed from a poem by his friend Thom Gunn: “One is always nearer by not keeping still”), Oliver remembers swimming in a pond at Hampstead Heath on his fortieth birthday, where he first swam as a toddler with his father, who called swimming “the elixir of life.” The most placid, joyful moments of the memoir are when Oliver is swimming, because he is without “fear or fret,” and this gets him thinking. Still, for many years he took a weekly lesson from a Russian coach, Slava, to perfect his stroke, and his backstroke was especially fine. He believed swimming was instinctive, and that we must learn to walk but not to swim. And I will combine shipping you pay the highest shipping charge plus50 cents per additional book or boxed book set!Please don't pay for any items until you are finished bidding on all items the adjusted shipping amount for all eligible items will be calculated automatically.International shipping cost will be determined by the shipping calculator, and I will combine shipping to make it as economical as possible for you.So please check my other listings.“I remember all our swims together-we are both water creatures,” Oliver Sacks, a few months before his death, wrote in a letter to Henri Cole. shippingwill be via media mail for $3.75. Obviously, I can't attest to the condition of the interior of the module there could potentially be staple rust stains or other staining if moisture has affected it.U.S. There also seems to be some staining - on the wrap if not on the book - and some mildew(?) around the pen, suggesting some possible water/ moisture damage. There are some spots of heavy corner and edge wear where the wrap is torn.
This is M1 SOLO Blizzard Pass (TSR 9067 1983), a solo module for levels 1-3 (thief) using invisible ink for the Basic Dungeons & Dragons role-playing game it includes a pen to reveal the invisible sections.It is still in the shrink wrap, but the wrap is heavily torn and was subsequently taped over to help keep it in place.
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