dedalus Posted November 23, 2013 Share Posted November 23, 2013 In this quickening world of thee and me I see rather more than thou can see here in this, in these, in any other, owing to many driving sickening thoughts, dropping down behind blood-clotted thickening fields. Maybe you know what I propose to say before any dry words, any earthy clods, fall thickly into the ruts and runnels of a clear and click-stop mind, composed, as it may be, of paths and tunnels, richly averse to any hint of opposition, and for this, Sir, I fling a curse! Life is not run by proper people as I remember my grandmama saying, in the year the first James died. And it was then I was down in Wicklow as unreasonable Irish rebels fired away like billy-o with their bought or stolen muskets as we lay to ground in the tusky grass and the nettles above us got shot to shreds, and it was all rather exciting. They lost, as usual, and the prisoners were hung with great shouts from the crowd, a simple repeat of the pattern. Years later, as I was being tortured in the Ministry of Love, I recalled all these things, said Pull ahead on the oars, goddam you! You cannot die, cannot disappear, as long as someone, somewhere remembers. Quote Drown your sorrows in drink, by all means, but the real sorrows can swim Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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