O, Tempora! O, Mores! (E.A.P.)
O, Times! O, Manners! It is my opinion That you are changing sadly your dominion — I mean the reign of manners hath long ceased, For men have none at all, or bad at least; And as for times, altho’ ’tis said by many The “good old times” were far the worst of any, Of which sound doctrine l believe each tittle, Yet still I think these worse than them a little. I’ve been a thinking — isn’t that the phrase? — I like your Yankee words and Yankee ways — I’ve been a thinking, whether it were best To take things seriously, or all in jest; Whether, with grim Heraclitus of yore, To weep, as he did, till his eyes were sore, Or rather laugh with him, that queer philosopher, Democritus of Thrace, who used to toss over The page of life and grin at the dog-ears, As though he’d say, “Why, who the devil cares?” This is a question which, oh heaven, withdraw The luckless query from a member’s claw! Instead of two sides, Bob has nearly eight, Each fit to furnish forth four hours debate. What shall be done?...
In my experience, almost any time someone has tried to give me peace of mind, they knowingly withheld information from me that they believed would disturb whatever peace they were trying to impart.
ReplyDeleteIt may have been with the best of intentions, but peace of mind only comes with the full awareness (acceptance?) of things that threaten that satisfaction.
I *almost* always would have benefitted more from a candid conversation. Warts and all.
In other news, Veruca Salt most definitely grew up to become a politician.
The road to hell is paved with good intentions.
DeleteAs well as, potentially, a Chris Pratt Doormat, right at the front gate.
DeleteHaha one can only hope -- I'll let you know for sure once I get there.
DeletePlease do. "Inquiring minds," and all that sort of thing.
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