“They saw their injured country's woe;
The flaming town, the wasted field;
Then rushed to meet the insulting foe;
They took the spear, - but left the shield.”
―Philip Freneau
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And by a prudent flight and cunning save A life which valour could not, from the grave. A better buckler I can soon regain, But who can get another life again?
Archilochus
Monday, January 14, 2013
Another Thought Narrowly Escapes the Labyrinth
"Be wise, Ariadne, you have small ears, you have my ears: let a shrewd word slip into them: Must one first not hate oneself, if one is to love oneself? I am your labyrinth…."
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