Matt Fiddles

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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.


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