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January 3, 2008
the spanish main of life!
This living on at half speed in quiet waters, always in sight of land, seemed so paltry. Would that the storm and waves would come! If he only knew how, his sails should fly to the yards for a merry run over the Spanish Main of life! Farewell to the slowly dripping days, farewell to the pleasant little hours! Peace be with you, you dull moods that have to be furbished with poetry before you can shine, you lukewarm emotions that have to be clothed in warm dreams and yet freeze to death! May you go to your own place! I am headed for a coast where sentiments twine themselves like luxuriant vines around every fiber of the heart--a rank forest; for every vine that withers, twenty are in blossom; for each one that blossoms, a hundred are in bud.
Jens Peter Jacobsen - Niels Lyhne
Posted by amin at January 3, 2008 2:08 PM