And though I had slain a thousand foes less one,
The thousandth knife found my liver;
The thousandth enemy said to me,
'Now you shall die,
Now none shall know.'
And the fool, looking down, believed this,
Not seeing, above his shoulders, the naked stars,
Each one remembering.
--John M. Ford, The Final Reflection

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"The only thing I was fit for was to be a writer, and this rested solely on my suspicion that I would never be fit for real work, and that writing didn't require any." - Russel Baker

Monday, December 15, 2008

It's That Time Of Year Again

No, not the ridiculously overblown Christmas season. The day after my birthday. I feel old. Positively ancient.

1 comment:

leslie said...

ei harvey...i know it's already late...but let me greet you a belated happy birthday :) take care...kitakits some time :)