Either I have very strong nerves, or I am just an extremely blockheaded idiot. I suppose I'll find out which view shall prevail when the plane touches down at Suvarnabhumi. Maybe earlier, but I hope not.
' ... From wrong to wrong the exasperated spirit Proceeds, unless restored by that refining fire Where you must move in measure, like a dancer.' The day was breaking. In the disfigured street He left me, with a kind of valediction, And faded on the blowing of the horn.
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