A life lived in the margins and the footnotes of himself – his epitaph: He Digressed
Habit is a cable; we weave a thread of it each day, and at last we cannot break it.
The Blind Men and the Elephant It was six men of Indostan To learning much inclined, Who went to see…
Japanese Maple Your death, near now, is of an easy sort.So slow a fading out brings no real pain.Breath growing…