not so bad a life of climbing excepting, of course, the falls not so sad for having aimed accepting the holy call iron clad that guarantee a bell a'toll for us to the dirt from whence we came all but souls a'rust
not so bad a life of climbing excepting, of course, the falls not so sad for having aimed accepting the holy call iron clad that guarantee a bell a'toll for us to the dirt from whence we came all but souls a'rust
Isn’t it only the indulgent man who can disdain himself enough to muster the hatred to look for the ugliness inside him—some men even with a grin and gallows humor?
The Prodigal