The price one pays for pursuing any profession or calling is an intimate knowledge of its ugly side.
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The price one pays for pursuing any profession or calling is an intimate knowledge of its ugly side.
“Mistress mine, in what far land,
Where the myrtle bloweth sweet
Shall I weary with my way-fare,
Win to thee that art as day fair,
Lay my roses at thy feet?”
Ezra Pound | “Era Mea”