Never be lucid, never state, if you would be regarded great.
“Never be lucid, never state, if you would be regarded great.”
— Dylan Thomas · Great
The World Motivation
Never be lucid, never state, if you would be regarded great.
“Never be lucid, never state, if you would be regarded great.”
— Dylan Thomas · Great
Never be lucid, never state, if you would be regarded great.
Come on up, boys
Lord Cut-Glass, in his kitchen full of time, squats down alone to a dogdish, marked Fido, of peppery fish-scraps and listens to the voices of his sixty-six clocks, one for each year of his loony age, and watches, with love, their black-and-white moony loudlipped faces tocking the earth away: slow clocks, quick clocks, pendulumed heart-knocks, china, alarm, grandfather, cuckoo; clocks shaped like Noah's whirring Ark, clocks that bicker in marble ships, clocks in the wombs of glass women, hourglass chimers, tu-wit-tuwoo clocks, clocks that pluck tunes, Vesuvius clocks all black bells and lava, Niagara clocks that cataract their ticks, old time weeping clocks with ebony beards, clocks with no hands for ever drumming out time
Time and the crabs and the sweethearting crib
Great people talk about ideas, average people talk about things, and small people talk about wine.
I've always held the view that great states need strategic space. I mean, George Washington took his space from George III. Britain took it from just about everybody. Russia took all of Eastern Europe. Germany's taken it from everywhere they can, and China will want its space too.
The Great Depression of the 1930s saw more American unmarried women working from nine to five, mostly in repetitive, boring, subordinate, dead-end jobs. But the number of working women doubled between 1870 and 1940. During World War II it doubled once again.
I begin with the principle that all men are bores. Surely no one will prove himself so great a bore as to contradict me in this.