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Sep282011

Mitti.

Athos said, "Jakob, try to be buried in ground that will remember you."

-Fugitive Pieces, Anne Michaels

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"The men, barely able to drag themselves, continued to haul back thirty-five pounds of fossils from the Beardmore. Wearied beyond recovery, Wilson kept on recording his observations ice that resembled, to his homesick eyes, gorse or sea-urchins. [...] In the spring, a search party discovered the tent. When the bodies were dug out of the snow, Scott's arm was around Wilson, and the bog of fossils was lying next to them. They'd carried it with them to the end. This thrilled Athos, but for me, another detail proved Wilson's nobility. Wilson had borrowed a book of Tennyson's poetry for the final march to the south pole and, even when every ounce tore at his thighs and shoulders, he persisted in carrying it back, in order to return it to its lender." I could easily imagine carrying a favoured item to the ends of the earth, if only to help me believe I'd see its beloved owner again." (also Anne Michaels).

"In xenetia - in exile, in a foreign landscape, a man discovers the old songs. He calls out for water from his own well, for apples from his own orchard, for the muscat grapes from his own vine. What is a man who has no landscape? Nothing but mirrors and tides." (F.P.)

i found your twitter account. you have very interesting views about politics and political scenario overall.

keep up the good work. Good Luck.

October 9, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterAbdullah Zain

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