And then there’s the matter of my security check — I’m waiting for the government. Somebody told it I’m insecure. That’s true.
“Infinite things desired, lofty visions
‘Got on desirous thought by natural virtue,
And the wise concord, whence through delicious seas
The arcane spirit of the whole Mankind
Turns hardy pilot … and if one wrong note
Strike the tympanum,
Instantly
That paradise is hurled to nothingness.”
Ezra Pound | “Her Monument, the Image Cut Thereon” (after Leopardi)