At last, someone saved the thread from my killing.
And yes, Actr, but about 4 of those pages happened in the hour between 4.30 and 5.30, it seemed. it just went so fast, I couldn't keep up.
The rain we knew is a thing of the past -
deep-delving, dark, deliberate you would say
browsing on spire and bogland; but today
our sky-blue slates are steaming in the sun,
our yachts tinkling and dancing in the bay
like racehorses. We contemplate at last
shining windows, a future forbidden to no one.
Derek Mahon
"Maybe all one can do is hope to end up with the right regrets."
Arthur Miller