a folly
Boromir, on the pursuit of an advanced degree: “There is evil there that does not sleep. The great eye is ever watchful. It is a barren wasteland, riddled with fire, ash, and dust. The very air you breathe is a poisonous fume.”
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I have no tolerance for people who cannot act spontaneously. I have no tolerance for people whose every move and speech is derived from a contrived image of themselves. I have no tolerance for the ones who are afraid of the soul taking flight, who insist on control, who act the role of a king when they are truly a fool. I have no tolerance for the ones who cannot see the beauty in being a fool.
Ode by Arthur O’Shaughnessy
We are the music-makers, And we are the dreamers of dreams, Wandering by lone sea-breakers, And sitting by desolate streams. World-losers and world-forsakers, Upon whom the pale moon gleams; Yet we are the movers and shakers, Of the world forever, it seems. With wonderful deathless ditties We build up the world’s great cities, And out of a fabulous story We fashion an empire’s glory: One man with a dream, at pleasure, Shall go forth and conquer a crown; And three with a new song’s measure Can trample an empire down. We, in the ages lying In the buried past of the earth, Built Nineveh with our sighing, And Babel itself with our mirth; And o’erthrew them with prophesying To the old of the new world’s worth; For each age is a dream that is dying, Or one that is coming to birth.
