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
Life of the mind??
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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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