Cavafy

Honor to those who in the life they lead
keep and guard their own Thermopylae.
Never betraying what is right,
consistent and just in all they do
but showing pity also, and compassion;
generous when they're rich, and when they're poor,
still generous in small ways,
still helping as much as they can;
always speaking the truth,
yet without hating those who lie.

And even more honor is due to them
when they foresee (as many do foresee)
that Ephialtis will turn up in the end,
that the Medes will break through after all.

Webster, The Duchess of Malfi

“I account this world a tedious theatre,
For I do play a part in't 'gainst my will.”

The song that makes me cry

They bought a round for the sailor
And they heard his tale
Of a world that was so far away
And a song that we'd never heard
A song of a little bird
That fell in love with a whale

He said: you cannot live in the ocean
And she said to him:
You never can live in the sky
But the ocean is filled with tears
And the sea turns into a mirror
There's a whale in the moon when it's clear
And a bird on the tide

Oh, please don't cry
Let me dry your eyes
So tell me that you will wait for me
Hold me in your arms
I promise we never will part
I'll never sail back to the time
But I'll always pretend you're mine
Though I know we both must part
You can live in my heart

Right

There is nothing quite so dismal and frightening as being right.

extension

The problem with putting myself out into the world is that it is, while not a breach, "an expansion,/ Like gold to airy thinness beat." Which sounds positive. But it means that I am gilt: malleable, fragile, easily torn.

Oh, well. Vivir en miedo es vivir a medias.

Hey, I have a BLOG

Whoa, a BLOG. It's so 2004!