Tuesday, November 08, 2005

waterfordchocolate part eight


"My grief is my castle . . . there I live as one dead. I immerse everything I have experienced in a baptism of forgetfulness unto an eternal remembrance . . . then I sit like an old man, grey-haired and thoughtful, and explain the pictures in a voice as soft as a whisper; and at my side a child sits and listens, although he remembers everything before I tell it."
--Soren Kierkegaard

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