Monday, June 15, 2009
White Fang
A vast silence reigned over the land. The land itself was a desolation, lifeless, without movement, so lone and cold that the spirit of it was not even that of sadness. There was a hint in it of laughter, but of a laughter more terrible than any sadness -- a laughter that was mirthless as the smile of the Sphinx, a laughter cold as the frost and partaking of the grimness of infallibility. It was the masterful and incommunicable wisdom of eternity laughing at the futility of life and the effort of life. It was the Wild, the savage, frozen-hearted Northland Wild.
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ReplyDeleteah yes, i miss england as well. Dorset is where my heart is at, peaceful and so unbelievably green. my friend is visiting her sister there next week and i am extremely jealous, and of you as well. the urge to leave is becoming more and more desirable ha!
and goodness, getting burnt in england. you're surely lying! the quite little pubs with the back rooms where everyone played pool were always my favorite. and i was pretty good at pool you know, but of a professional over here.
and i will definitely join you in seeing Aurora Borealis, and it should be soon. hopefully when i finish school i can just get on a plane and not come home for a while.
no more tears. he is wonderful. to me and for me.
Nihilism, in truth just makes me feel a little depressed. but they won't go near it in my Catholic school, i'm surprised it was even mentioned in class.
oh and by the way, i am thinking about studying extension history.
proud?
take some pictures of england for me.
anne.