Friday, July 08, 2005
London
I tell you naught for your comfort,
Yea, naught for your desire,
Save that the sky grows darker yet
And the sea rises higher.
-- G. K. Chesteron, The Ballad of the White Horse
God have mercy.
LORD, how long?
If a thing is worth doing, it is worth doing badly. -- G. K. Chesterton
I tell you naught for your comfort,
Yea, naught for your desire,
Save that the sky grows darker yet
And the sea rises higher.
-- G. K. Chesteron, The Ballad of the White Horse
God have mercy.
LORD, how long?
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