The life of the mind, he thinks to himself: is that what we have dedicated ourselves to, I and these other lonely wanderers in the bowels of the British museum? Will there be a reward for us one day? Will our solitariness lift, or is the life of the mind its own reward?
Youth
J.M.Coetzee
".....We should be careful of each other, we should be kind, while there is still time." Philip Larkin
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
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2 comments:
Life of the mind??
Perhaps
The truth depends on a walk around a lake,
A composing as the body tires
- Wallace Stevens, Notes Toward a Supreme Fiction
Thank you - great poetry is so hard to come by, or maybe I am searching in all the wrong places.
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