I cannot rest from travel; I will drink Life to the lees. All times I have enjoy'd Greatly, have suffer'd greatly, both with those That loved me, and alone; I am become a name, For always roaming with a hungry heart. I am a part of all that I have met… Yet all experience is an arch wherethro' Gleams that untravell'd world whose margin fades For ever and for ever when I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use! As tho' to breathe were life!
Filling out the cancellation-of-tickets forms yourself is like a to-be-punished-kid himself being asked to go get the cane from the headmaster's office;
posted by Dhruv at 4:12 pm
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Khushwant Singh (and definitely not a nice man to know!)
