Excerpted from Christopher Morley’s A Book of Days: Being a Briefcase packed for his own Pleasure:
DECEMBER 12, SAT. 1931
Do what thy manhood bids thee do, from none but self expect applause
He noblest lives and noblest dies who makes and keeps his self-made laws.
All other Life is living Death, a world where none but Phantoms dwell,
A breath, a wind, a sound, a voice, a tinkling of the camel-bell.— SIR RICHARD BURTON, The Kasidah


Ooh … I love this. Hard to do some times.
Love this website…
my fav poem of all time is W H Audens candles of my life…
can I suggest I furthur obsession, obviously you’ll need to look at some pictures first!…but the Ruta 40 in argentina….
I just finished riding it on a motorbike… I dont think I’ll ever sleep again..unless of course its pitched in a tent beside it.
thanks
Oisin