But evening has fallen, unfortunately.
Look, I even drank all the wine.
A Great Feast at the House of Sosibius
And I think that the choicest life
is the life that cannot be lived.
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But at least we’ve gained this much: we’ve rid ourselves
of hope and expectation.
When the Watchman Saw the Light
But there is a blessed joy
a consolation in this sorrow.
How many multitudes of vulgar days
How much boredom are spared this end!
A poet said, “That music is beloved
that cannot be sounded.”
And I think that the choicest life
is the life that cannot be lived.
_There is a Blessed Joy__
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