“Alas!” said Hiya, “the sentiments which this person expressed with irreproachable honourableness when the sun was high in the heavens and the probability of secretly leaving an undoubtedly well-appointed home was engagingly remote, seem to have an entirely different significance when recalled by night in a damp orchard, and on the eve of their fulfilment.”
September 20, 2004
Found in
McGee's Musings: Philosophy in my inbox:
"Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the
intention of arriving safely in an attractive and
well-preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways,
Champagne in one hand - strawberries in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and
screaming WOO HOO - What a Ride!"
Posted by ronlusk at September 20, 2004 03:54 PM