Sublime

Yet with the chariots can I still go forth, And aid with sage advice: for such the right And privilege of age;

No object is in a constant relationship with pleasure, wrote Barthes. For the writer, however, it is the mother tongue.

assuage

sublimity but never in the passions of the human heart. Has any great poem ever let in so little light upon one’s own joys and sorrows? I get no help in judging life; I scarcely feel that Milton lived or knew men and women; except for the peevish personalities about marriage and the woman’s duties.