Sunday Afternoon
Weary of myself, and sick of asking
What I am, and what I ought to be,
At the vessel's prow I stand, which bears me
Forwards, forwards, o'er the starlit sea.
Matthew Arnold, 'Self-Dependence' (1854)
'All pasts are like poems; one can derive a thousand things, but not live in them' John Fowles
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