1. Sponges, who absorb all that they read and return it in nearly the same state, only a little dirtied.
2. Sand-glasses, who retain nothing and are content to get through a book for the sake of getting through the time.
3. Strain-bags, who retain merely the dregs of what they read.
4. Mogul diamonds, equally rare and valuable, who profit by what they read, and enable others to profit by it also.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Readers May Be Divided into Four Classes
I am a wolf in human skin
I dance, I scratch, I howl within
And into the wild I go, and into the wild I go
Vulnerability at its highest degree.
You’re leaving me
I can see it in your eyes.
Just turn around,
Take a deep breath,
And let the darkness strangle you,
To where you belong.
It took the sea a thousand years,
A thousand years to trace
The granite features of this cliff,
In crag and scarp and base.
It took the sea an hour one night,
An hour of storm to place
The sculpture of these granite seams
Upon a woman’s face.
17 is an unlucky number in Italy, because in Roman digits 17 is written XVII, that could be rearranged to “VIXI”, which in Latin means “I have lived” but can be a euphemism for “I am dead.”