The intellect of man is forced to choose
perfection of the life, or of the work,
And if it take the second must refuse
A heavenly mansion, raging in the dark.
When all that story's finished, what's the news?
In luck or out the toil has left its mark:
That old perplexity an empty purse
Or the day's vanity, the night's remorse.

Basically you're screwed either way. Awesome.

Posted by roy on November 11, 2005 at 11:47 PM in Personal | 5 Comments

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Comment posted on November 14th, 2005 at 09:30 PM
In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite. -- Paul Dirac
Comment posted on November 13th, 2005 at 06:38 PM
WY Beats
Comment posted on November 13th, 2005 at 11:59 AM
Thank God hapy explained that one. I was lost. :-)
Comment posted on November 12th, 2005 at 01:19 PM
all he needed was to say, "youre screwed if you do, and you're screwed if you don't."
Comment posted on November 12th, 2005 at 11:25 AM
tru xD