Morning
She opened the shutters.She hung the sheets over the sill.
She saw the day.
A bird looked at her straight in the eyes.
'I am alone,' she whispered. 'I am alive.' She entered the room. The mirror too is a window.
If I jump from it I will fall into my arms.
-Yannis Ritsos
She opened the shutters.She hung the sheets over the sill.
She saw the day.
A bird looked at her straight in the eyes.
'I am alone,' she whispered. 'I am alive.' She entered the room. The mirror too is a window.
If I jump from it I will fall into my arms.
-Yannis Ritsos
Huxley's "Brave New World"
"Chronic remorse, as all the Moralists are agreed, is a most undesirable sentiment. If you have behaved badly, repent, make what amends you can and address yourself to the task of behaving better next time. On no account brood over your wrong doing. Rolling in the muck is not the best way of getting clean."
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