[b]T.E. Lawrence
He was old and wise, which meant tired and disappointed…[/b]
Then that makes [at least] two of us.
You wonder what I am doing? Well, so do I, in truth. Days seem to dawn, suns to shine, evenings to follow, and then I sleep. What I have done, what I am doing, what I am going to do, puzzle and bewilder me. Have you ever been a leaf and fallen from your tree in autumn and been really puzzled about it? That’s the feeling.
On the good days…maybe.
Mankind has had ten-thousand years of experience at fighting and if we must fight, we have no excuse for not fighting well.
Yep, that’s what it’s come to. This and the military industrial complex.
Many men would take the death-sentence without a whimper, to escape the life-sentence which fate carries in her other hand.
Let’s just say I’m working on it.
The trick, William Potter, is not minding that it hurts.
[i]Shades of G. Gordon Liddy:
Deep Throat: I was at a party once, and, uh, Liddy put his hand over a candle, and he kept it there. He kept it right in the flame until his flesh was burned. Somebody said, What’s the trick? And Liddy said, The trick is not minding.[/i]
By day the hot sun fermented us; and we were dizzied by the beating wind. At night we were stained by dew, and shamed into pettiness by the innumerable silences of stars.
Nature: 24/7.