Dear, I know nothing of Either, but when I try to imagine a faultless love... Or the life to come, what I hear is the murmur Of underground streams, what I see is a limestone landscape.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Why do our bodies wear out? Why can't we just go on and on and on, accumulating a potentially infinite number of Frequent Flyer mi...leage points? These are the kinds of questions that philosophers have been asking ever since they realized that being a philosopher did not involve any heavy lifting. And yet the answer is really very simple. Our bodies are mechanical devices, they break down. Some devices, such as battery-operated toys costing $39.95, break down almost instantly upon exposure to the Earth's atmosphere. Other devices, such as stereo systems owned by your next-door neighbor's 13-year-old son who likes to listen to bands with names like "Nerve Damage," at a volume capable of disintegrating limestone, will continue to function perfectly for many years, even if you hit them with an ax. But the fundamental law of physics is that sooner or later every mechanism ceases to function for one reason or another, and it is never covered under the warranty.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Instead of feeling a poverty when we encounter a great man, let us treat the new comer like a travelling geologist, who passes thr...ough our estate, and shows us good slate, or limestone, or anthracite, in our brush pasture.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The etymologist finds the deadest word to have been once a brilliant picture. Language is fossil poetry. As the limestone of the c...ontinent consists of infinite masses of the shells of animalcules, so language is made up of images or tropes, which now, in their secondary use, have long ceased to remind us of their poetic origin.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I did toy with the idea of doing a cook-book.... The recipes were to be the routine ones: how to make dry toast, instant coffee, h...earts of lettuce and brownies. But as an added attraction, at no extra charge, my idea was to put a fried egg on the cover. I think a lot of people who hate literature but love fried eggs would buy it if the price was right.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Was seiz'd by the spirit that trails in the lines underfoot, The rim, the sediment that stands for all the water and all the ...land of the globe.
Fascinated, my eyes reverting from the south, dropt, to follow those slender windrows, Chaff, straw, splinters of wood, weeds, and the sea-gluten, Scum, scales from shining rocks, leaves of salt-lettuce, left by the tide,LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Under bare Ben Bulben's head In Drumcliff churchyard Yeats is laid.... An ancestor was rector there Long years ago, a church stands near, By the road an ancient cross. No marble, no conventional phrase; On limestone quarried near the spot By his command these words are cut: Cast a cold eye On life, on death. Horseman pass by!LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »