"Not hammer-strokes, but dance of the water, sings the pebbles into perfection."
— Rabindranath Tagore
Saturday, November 14, 2009
…And you yourself would mutter when You took the things that once were men, And sped them through that zone of hate To where the dripping surgeons wait; And wonder too if in God's sight War ever, ever can be right. – From “Foreword” by British ambulance driver, Robert Service