Goodbye for now, beaneye-po. It's been stimulating. My time in arcademia
is up for now, so it's back to the suitcase and the pencil. I have an
e-address for a few days more, so whoever wants contact info can
backchannel. Anyway you're all on your hols.
Fiona
And, now that life had so much human promise in it, they resolved
to go back to their own land; because the years, after all, have
a kind of emptiness, when we spend too many of them on a foreign
shore. We defer the reality of life, in such cases, until a
future moment, when we shall again breathe our native air; but,
by-and-by, there are no future moments; or, if we do return, we
find that the native air has lost its invigorating quality, and
that life has shifted its reality to the spot where we have
deemed ourselves only temporary residents. Thus, between two
countries, we have none at all, or only that little space of
either, in which we finally lay down our discontented bones. It
is wise, therefore, to come back betimes -- or never.
Nathaniel Hawthorne, The Marble Faun
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