this reminds me of a poem by Robert Browning…..Childe Roland to the Dark Tower Camehttp://www.sparknotes.com/poetry/browning/section8.rhtmlExcept:For mark! No sooner was I fairly foundPledged to the plain, after a pace or two,Than, pausing to throw backwards a last viewO’er the safe road, ’twas gone; grey plain all round;Nothing but plain to the horizon’s bound.I might go on, naught else remained to do.
X.So on I went. I think I never sawSuch starved ignoble nature; nothing throve:For flowers – as well expect a cedar grove!But cockle, spurge, according to their lawMight propagate their kind with none to awe,You’d think; a burr had been a treasure trove.
And an old English folktale, Childe Roland in which our hero must slay all he meets to save his sister and two brothers. http://www.sacred-texts.com/neu/eng/eft/eft22.htm
My wish punchline: Brad shows amazing ability, plays It’s a Small World slowly, gently as Shannon, twirls about and for a moment the stage is her world.Yes, I am a marshmallow…
Long, long ago in a century far away, Gerard Depardieu in the movie Green Card sits down to a piano having shown no musical ability previously and facing exposure as a fraud and illegal alien. Then he blows everyone away with a well played classical piece…
A fish’s circle