...waking up, somehow I was thinking about this from yesterday. And also Horace. Don't ask, Clarice, we're not supposed to know what end the gods intend for us. Take my advice: don't gamble so on horoscopes of Babylon. Far better just to take what heaven might allot us, whether it's winters galore, and more, until we're stiff, or only this one wintertime to end all others, grinding the Tuscany Sea with its pumice of cliff. Get wise. Get wine, and one good filter for it. Cut that high hope... read more
