If I don't drive around the park,
I'm pretty sure to make my mark.
If I'm in bed each night by ten,
I may get back my looks again,
If I abstain from fun and such,
I'll probably amount to much,
But I shall stay the way I am,
Because I do not give a damn.
Observation, by Dorothy Parker. As featured in Enough Rope, 1926 edition.
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Fictional men who have the "it's ok to murder but it's never ok to disrespect your wife" energy >>>>
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James Cassie (1819-1879), 'The Owl', ''Poems & Songs'' by Robert Burns, 1875
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The Tampa Tribune, Florida, August 2, 1938
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Words move, music moves
Only in time; but that which is only living
Can only die. Words, after speech, reach
Into the silence. Only by the form, the pattern,
Can words or music reach
The stillness, as a Chinese jar still
Moves perpetually in its stillness.
Not the stillness of the violin, while the note lasts,
Not that only, but the co-existence,
Or say that the end and the beginning were always there
Before the beginning and after the end.
And all is always now. Words strain,
Crack and sometimes break, under the burden,
Under the tension, slip, slide, perish,
Decay with imprecise, will not stay in place,
Will not stay still. Shrieking voices
Scolding, mocking, or merely chattering,
Always assail them. The Word in the desert
Is most attacked by voices of temptation,
The crying shadow in the funeral dance,
The loud lament of the disconsolate chimera.
Excerpt from Burnt Norton, no. V, by T.S. Eliot. As featured in Collected Poems of T.S. Eliot 1909-1935, 1936 edition.
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𝐼𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚𝑠 𝐼 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎 𝑠𝑝𝑙𝑖𝑡 𝑠𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑑 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝 𝐼 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔.
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Crawling through time: vintage caterpillars, some giant.
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