Monday, January 28, 2008

Down with the Plague


This would happen to me! Any day now I'm leaving for Korea, and here I am sick and miserable with some dreadful virus. I'm coughing like a chain-smoker, my lungs feel like they have a California wildfire blazing in them, and my entire body feels like a village that has just been pillaged by the Vikings.

Please pass the cough syrup.
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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"