ayres-fair-softly

The yoke uneasy on the ox doth sit
Till by degrees his stubborn neck does bow.
So Love’s opposers do at last submit
And gladly drudge at the accustom’d plough.

Thought:

“Now, here is the point about the self: it is insatiable. It is always, always hankering. It is what you might call rapacious to a fault. The great flaming mouth to the thing is never in this world going to be stuff full.”

Donald Barthelme

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