"It is not upon you alone the dark patches fall,
The dark threw patches down upon me also;
The best I had done seem’d to me blank and suspicious;
My great thoughts, as I supposed them, were they not in reality meagre? would not people laugh at me?"
Walt Whitman, "Crossing Brooklyn Ferry".
Monday, May 10, 2010
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