The mountains look on Marathon And Marathon looks on the sea; And musing there an hour alone, I dreamed that Greece might still be free.
All tragedies are finished bya death, All comedies are ended bya marriage; The future states of both are left to faith.
I have learned that the cost of everything from a royal suite to a bottle of soda water can be halved by the simple expedient of saying it must be halved.
Herat, 8 December. What a day it was! God save me from any more adventures on a drained stomach.
Somebody must trespass on the taboos of modern nationalism, in the interests of human reason. Business can’t. Diplomacy won’t. It has to be people like us.
But after being fired at once or twice, The ear becomes more Irish, and less nice.
All present life is but an interjection, An’Oh!’or ‘Ah!’of joy or misery, Or a ‘Ha! ha!’or ‘Bah!’a yawn or ‘Pooh!’ Of which perhaps the latter is most true.
There, carried high on a bank of clouds, hovers a shape, a triangle in the sky. This is the Holy Mountain Athos, station of a faith where all the years have stopped.
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