andreyev-scruff

I want to do away with everything behind man, so that there is nothing to see when he looks back. I want to take him by the scruff of the neck and turn his face toward the future!

Thought:

“Through and through the inspired leaves,
Ye maggots, make your windings;
But, oh! resspect hsi lordship’s taste,
And spare his golden bindings.”

Robert Burns | “The Book-Worms”

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