Author: Nike (---.126.254.80.donpac.ru)
Date: 01-25-06 16:37
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Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed,
The dear respose for limbs with travel tir\'d;
But then begins a journey in my head
To work my mind, when body\'s work\'s expired:
For then my thoughts--from far where I abide--
Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee,
And keep my drooping eyelids open wide,
Looking on darkness which the blind do see:
Save that my soul\'s imaginary sight
Presents thy shadow to my sightless view,
Which, like a jewel (hung in ghastly night,
Makes black night beauteous, and her old face new.
Lo! thus, by day my limbs, by night my mind,
For thee, and for myself, no quiet find.
The release of atom power has changed everything except our way of
thinking...the solution to this problem lies in the heart of mankind. If
only I had known, I should have become a watchmaker. --Albert Einstein
Let not my love be call\'d idolatry,
Nor my beloved as an idol show,
Since all alike my songs and praises be
To one, of one, still such, and ever so.
Kind is my love to-day, to-morrow kind,
Still constant in a wondrous excellence;
Therefore my verse to constancy confin\'d,
One thing expressing, leaves out difference.
\'Fair, kind, and true,\' is all my argument,
\'Fair, kind, and true,\' varying to other words;
And in this change is my invention spent,
Three themes in one, which wondrous scope affords.
Fair, kind, and true, have often liv\'d alone,
Which three till now, never kept seat in one.
There is no method but to be very intelligent.
T. S. Eliot