The mind is its own place, and in itself
Can make a heav'n of hell, a hell of heav'n.
Satan, Paradise Lost
A miserable day in the East, and I chose to face the holiday-shopping hordes, unbowed by cold rain and recession. I drove around for hours in search of the lump-of-coal megastore. In vain.
One must cleanse the palate before a Monday.
"I have no name;
I am but two days old."
What shall I call thee?
"I happy am,
Joy is my name."
Sweet joy befall thee!
Pretty joy!
Sweet joy, but two days old.
Sweet joy I call thee:
Thou dost smile.
William Blake, "Infant Joy"
1 comment:
Satan always has the best lines...
Sorry, I can't palate all that joy-- it's just so sweet. But it did make me smile.. for about half a second.
Oh joy, if you lasted for any longer you wouldn't be so..
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