‘But the mingled, mingling threads of life are woven by warp and woof: calms crossed by storms, a storm for every calm. There is no steady, unretracing progress in this life; we do not advance through fixed graduations, and at the last one pause…’
Monday, July 02, 2007
a little pathos, a spot of bathos, epistemological wranglings and existential entanglings from moscow and, um, essex...
