February 3rd, 2002

firesea: self-portrait

Hmmm.

I think I may need to read more Tennyson.

The long day wanes; the slow moon climbs; the deep
Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends.
'T is not too late to seek a newer world.
Push off, and sitting well in order smite
The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Of all the western stars, until I die.
It may be that the gulfs will wash us down;
It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,
And see the great Achilles, whom we knew.
Tho' much is taken, much abides; and tho'
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are,--
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.

--Tennyson, Ulysses
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firesea: self-portrait

!?

that was a damn good game (sayeth the person who has never given a damn about football).

with really boring commercials.

did I get sucked into an alternate universe and not notice?
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