"As we grow older/ The world becomes stranger, the pattern more complicated/ Of dead and living. Not the intense moment/ Isolated, with no before and after,/ But in a lifetime burning in every moment/ And not the lifetime of one man only/ But of old stones that cannot be deciphered." - T. S. Eliot, "East Coker"
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Sometimes, when I'm
walking somewhere, I just get the really strong urge to sing. Usually, I'm alone, though, so I have to refrain lest people think me crazy.
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