There are people in the world for whom ‘coming along’ is a perpetual process, people who are destined never to arrive.
“The gloom of death is on the raven’s wing, The song of death is in the raven’s cries: But when Demophilus begins to sing, The raven dies.”
Edwin Arlington Robinson | “The Raven,” after the Greek of Nikarchos
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