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Arthur said, "So which way do I go? "
"Down, " said Fenchurch, "on this occasion. "
He moved his hand.
"Down, " she said, "is in fact the other way. "
"Oh yes. "



Where will you go today?

"The story goes that I first had the idea for THHGTTG while lying drunk in a field in Innsbruck (or `Spain' as the BBC TV publicity department authoritatively has it, probably because it's easier to spell)." - Foreward by DNA.

FORD Six pints of bitter. And quickly please, the world's about to end.
BARMAN Oh yes, sir? Nice weather for it.
poetry:favorite-poems:mind

Mind

An old favorite of mind, both for it's imagination, and also for it's ablility to make one think outside the box… and see things anew and in a brighter persective.

Mind in its purest play is like some bat
That beats about in caverns all alone,
Contriving by a kind of senseless wit
Not to conclude against a wall of stone.


It has no need to falter or explore;
Darkly it knows what obstacles are there,
And so may weave and flitter, dip and soar
In perfect courses through the blackest air.


And has this simile a like perfection?
The mind is like a bat. Precisely. Save
That in the very happiest of intellection
A graceful error may correct the cave.


– Richard Wilbur
poetry/favorite-poems/mind.txt · Last modified: Apr 6, 2014 (4 years ago) by Matt Bagley