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Brrrr... what a day yesterday, up at 5, showered and a short hike to the station for a wee trip to Hendon, only to get to East Croydon to hear the announcement, 'apologies for the delay - there's snow on the tracks...' Yikes, snow, and me stranded without a St Bernard with its cask of brandy, isn't it always the same. I have had one of those days today, getting over freezing my bollies off yesterday I am taking today to catch up, read An American Trilogy and generally guddle around. Guddling, its a good word, oh and I have been reading this from Rainer Marie Rilke:
Someday, emerging at last from the violent insight, let me sing out jubilation and praise to assenting angels.Let not even one of the clearly-struck hammers of my heartfail to sound because of a slack, a doubtful,or a broken string.Isn't it great, and it goes on:
But how alien, alas, are the streets of the city of grief,where, in the false silence formed of continual uproar,the figure cast from the mold of emptiness stoutly swaggers:But I am not thinking abstruser musings, I am just guddling - why worry.
