Saturday, October 11, 2008

Bette, I Seem to Have Stolen Your Voice Again...

Yes, I am sick again. Sick and absolutely miserable. I have Bette Davis's voice again, it feels like a porcupine took up residence in my throat and then invited friends, and my chest is apparently housing a family of mini rhinoceroses, who like to tap dance. My head feels like a pinata that a bunch of nine-old little leaguers are playing with. I have no energy, I'm cranky, and I have no chicken noodle soup. This is not going to be a happy weekend.

I had planned to go hiking today. Instead I'm ensconced in my chair, trying to find a DVD to distract me (I can't seem to focus on a book right now). Jasper, meanwhile, has apparently taken offense at something done by his rope toy and is fighting it to the death, as well as growling "ferociously."

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"Passage—immediate passage! the blood burns in my veins! Away, O soul! hoist instantly the anchor!
Cut the hawsers—haul out—shake out every sail!
Have we not stood here like trees in the ground long enough?
Have we not grovell’d here long enough, eating and drinking like mere brutes?
Have we not darken’d and dazed ourselves with books long enough?

Sail forth! steer for the deep waters only!
Reckless, O soul, exploring, I with thee, and thou with me;
For we are bound where mariner has not yet dared to go, And we will risk the ship, ourselves and all.

O my brave soul!
O farther, farther sail!
O daring joy, but safe! Are they not all the seas of God?
O farther, farther, farther sail!"

~Walt Whitman, "Passage to India"