auden-lost

October 7, 2025

Lost on a fogbound spit of sand
In shoes that pinched me, close at hand
I heard the plash of Charon’s oar,
Who ferries no one to a happy shore.

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“Tragedy can be turned into comedy by sitting down.”

Dorothy L. Sayers | The Unpleasantness at the Bellona Club

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