Ours is essentially a tragic age, so we refuse to take it tragically. The cataclysm has fallen, we've got used to the ruins, and we start to build up new little habitats, new little hopes. If we can't make a road through the obstacles, we go round, or climb over the top. We've got to live, no matter how many skies have fallen. - Lady Chatterley's Lover, D.H. Lawrence, 1927
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
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Tuesday, December 2, 2008
Cloudy and Confounded Philosophy
Ours is essentially a tragic age, so we refuse to take it tragically. The cataclysm has fallen, we've got used to the ruins, and we start to build up new little habitats, new little hopes. If we can't make a road through the obstacles, we go round, or climb over the top. We've got to live, no matter how many skies have fallen. - Lady Chatterley's Lover, D.H. Lawrence, 1927
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Indeed.
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