Tuesday, August 05, 2008

Goethe, Faust

A longing pure and not to be described drove me to wander over woods and fields, and in a mist of hot abundant tears I felt a world arise and live for me.

4 comments:

kid D said...

would you make a pact with the devil for knowledge?

skippy haha said...

most likely. it'd be very hard not to! it's probably what i do every time i 'inhale' a la bill clinton. would you?

Omnibus said...

Ignorance is bliss

kid D said...

i'm going with omnibus on this one. i think all that knowledge would lead to my demise.