Everyone must decide for himself whether it is better to have a brief but more intensely felt existence or to live a long and ordinary life.
Everyone must decide for himself whether it is better to have a brief but more intensely felt existence or to live a long and ordinary life.
“I see him there on a night like this but cool, the moon blowing through black streets. He sups and walks back to his room. The radio is on the floor. Its luminous green dial blares softly. He sits down at the table; people in exile write so many letters. Now Ovid is weeping. Each night about this time he puts on sadness like a garment and goes on writing. In his spare time he is teaching himself the local language (Getic) in order to compose in it an epic poem no one will ever read.”
Anne Carson | “Short Talk on Ovid”