An Unfortunate Choice of Late-Night Activity
Staying up really late to write papers is not a good idea for me. I was up until four getting my first paper written for Dr. Saxon so that I can have him look it over today and tell me what I need to improve. Unfortunately, that put the subject matter at the front of my mind when I finally went to bed. As a result, I dreamed that I was involved in Napoleon's disastrous 1812 campaign against Russia. Thankfully I woke up just before I could eat the raw horsemeat I had fought six other soldiers for.
"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"
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