tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21999805.post7939446095234505483..comments2024-03-27T06:25:29.002-05:00Comments on Anecdotal Evidence: `What I Did Was Small But Good'Patrick Kurphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08436175583386298032noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21999805.post-47674065699670767842010-10-04T09:04:21.014-05:002010-10-04T09:04:21.014-05:00A truly beautiful post – so much elided and so muc...A truly beautiful post – so much elided and so much included. The Winters’ poem (and the way you put words upon it) has a strong resonance for me, too. The rhymes do collect a bit too much of the meaning, as would be expected with the elaborate (terza rima?) rhyme scheme, but the overall effect is of a poignant holding back the “mere anarchy unloosed upon the world,” the flames of life moving inexplicably forward in front of the dumb observer. <br /><br />Your friend, as well, how inspiring - to do things not because they make a difference, but because they need to be done. Everything makes a difference - that’s why the difficult choices – the perplexing and quixotic – can be the most important ones.<br /><br />The lovely scent of fall, beginning, in the echo of Proust. "<i>Le véritable voyage de découverte ne consiste pas à chercher de nouveaux paysages, mais à avoir de nouveaux yeux.</i>"WAShttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10403669322174979974noreply@blogger.com