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It's a fine line between living for the moment and being a sociopath.

Patricia B McConnell: For The Love Of A Dog.

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Daniel Wallace: Mr Sebastian & the Negro Magician

All paths lead to the same goal: to convey to others what we are. --Pablo Neruda

Thursday, April 27, 2006

On His Extremis

...lest we forget that there's a backstory to every important work, it was on this date in 1667 that John Milton, blind and impoverished, sold the copyright to his recently-completed PARADISE LOST for £10.

I have a soft spot for Milton. I've never read Paradise Lost, but "On His Blindness" is a deeply affecting old favorite.

When I consider how my light is spent
Ere half my days in this dark world and wide,
And that one talent which is death to hide
Lodg'd with me useless, though my soul more bent
To serve therewith my Maker, and present
My true account, lest he returning chide,
"Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?"
I fondly ask. But Patience, to prevent
That murmur, soon replies: "God doth not need
Either man's work or his own gifts: who best
Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best. His state
Is kingly; thousands at his bidding speed
And post o'er land and ocean without rest:
They also serve who only stand and wait."

Hat tip to Lawrence Wilkinson.

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