venerdì 29 agosto 2014

the ice was all around...

 ...the ice was here, the ice was there, the ice was all around...
S.T. Coleridge, The Rhyme of the Ancient Mariner

lunedì 18 agosto 2014

it's a pity...

It's a pity we don't whistle at one another like birds. Words are misleading.
Halldor Laxness, Under the Glacier

sabato 16 agosto 2014

where's the North?

Ask where's the North? At York 'tis on the Tweed; in Scotland at the Orcades; and there, at Greenland, Zembla or the Lord knows where.
Alexander Pope