My father called me today, requesting that I stop wasting money. I told him I spent $50,000 last week on experiments with heavy water. He was not amused.
Then she called some time afterwards but she had nothing to recount but a few Anatolian fables. Weary, I recited -
Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread lightly because you tread on my dreams.
-yeats
 germanicus2 · Tue Dec 11, 2007 @ 04:18pm · 0 Comments |
