on Tuesday, April 26, 2005


Still, the last sad memory hovers round, and sometimes drifts across like floating mist, cutting off sunshine and chilling the remembrance of happier times. There have been joys too great to be described in words, and there have been griefs upon which I have not dared to dwell; and with these in mind I say: Climb if you will, but remember that courage and strength are nought without prudence, and that a momentary negligence may destroy the happiness of a lifetime. Do nothing in haste; look well to each step; and from the beginning think what may be the end.
--Edward Whymper,
Scrambles Amongst the Alps
I am longing to re-read Call of the Wild. And other London. And Muir. And Kerouac. And Whitman. And others.

if only I had time to sit. and read.

posted by Unknown @ 12:38 PM

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