HOLD ON TIGHT

HE SAID, MARIE, MARIE, HOLD ON TIGHT

And when we were children, staying at the archduke's,
My cousin's, he took me out on a sled,
And I was frightened. He said, Marie,
Marie, hold on tight. And down we went.
In the mountains, there you feel free.
I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter.

~ The Waste Land, "The Burial of The Dead", Eliot

Tuesday, May 01, 2007

when one has lived alone for a long time, the quiet begins to talk to you.
the quiet is sometimes unkind, when you are unkind to yourself.
an incongruous memory came back to me of me in the boat heading from obs.

posted by dawn # 3:01 PM

Comments:

heyu. :) ask u a question, u think u can help me buy the new gluck book before coming back?

# posted by

ericlow : 12:36 PM

ok can :) " Averno" right (?)

# posted by

dawn : 7:32 PM

YES! thankyouyou! u the best man.

# posted by

ericlow : 7:42 PM

eric, the book is so heavy leh. and the bookshop is so far away. and the labour of finding the book is so difficult. you better lend me some books in return.

# posted by

dawn : 11:41 PM

# posted by

dawn : 11:41 PM

yessiree, of course. u can have everything that your little hands can carry. :)

# posted by

ericlow : 1:29 AM

# posted by

dawn : 11:26 PM

'sides i can't bring most of my books to shanghai anyway so they might get lonely at my place. :( they are all packed, and i am actually making a list of what i have so you can choose what you like.

# posted by

ericlow : 6:08 AM

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

# posted by

dawn : 2:50 PM

"!!!!" in a good or bad way?

# posted by

ericlow : 12:51 AM

good!!!!!! :D i'll be back in 3 days ! call you then!

# posted by

dawn : 6:58 PM