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Richard didn't know he was dead, but he continued on his journey because he
couldn't stop himself. It wasn't a bus or a malignancy, bereavement or
bodkin that finished him, tant pis. It was to feed and make waste; to rise
again from recumbency; to take succour from adversity and umbrage at
atrocity; to love, without liberty, to mourn liberty, lorn of love; to bear
witness to the light and the dark in turn returning; to be suffered to suck
at the teat of his gaoler and to husband his ruination unto settlement of
debts owing to womb or ghost. It was the obligation to subsist that killed

Posted by Riddler

29th Mar 2009, 19:38   | tags:


jc1000000 says:

Totally Dark.

What's a bodkin?

29th Mar 2009, 21:25

Riddler says:

Hamlet, Act 3 Sc. 1

29th Mar 2009, 21:38

Ms J Austen says:

Life became nothing but a succession of busy nothings.

31st Mar 2009, 15:26

Dhamaka says:


7th Apr 2009, 15:05