You have no enemies, you say? Alas, my friend, the boast is poor. He who has mingled in the fray of duty that the brave endure, must have made foes. If you have none, small is the work that you have done. You’ve hit no traitor on the hip. You’ve dashed no cup from perjured lip. You’ve never turned the wrong to right. You’ve been a coward in the fight.
From some of my recent television viewing of various shows, both documentary and scripted:
I don’t really do that. Chat.
Amy Adams in the first episode of Sharp Objects HBO
Whoso would be a man, must be a nonconformist, nothing is at last sacred but the integrity of your own mind.
Come away with me my love, they will not see us for the dust!
Frank Lloyd Wright to Olgivanna
I am guilty only of the deadly sin of having ideas.
Frank Lloyd Wright regarding his love affairs and unconventional choices
I was totally knocked out by these lines in the HBO series “True Detective” tonight.
A lost child is a void, that echoes backwards and forwards in time. It encompasses not just the rooms you were in with them, and are no longer, or even those rooms you will never enter together. The negation is deeper. It is the knowledge that every room you enter for the rest of your life, they should be there, and are not. And your memories of them become totems to that absence. A lost child is a story that’s never allowed to end.
True Detective, Season 3, Episode 6 at 54:33 minute mark…
I am working feverishly on finishing up a book through the end of 2018 so will not be posting much on this blog. I plan to resume in full in 2019.