Sublime

abstruse,

'Are you quite sure that the Edmund in that pneumatic chair hasn't been just as heavily punished as the Edmund who's wounded and bleeding to death? The gods are just. Haven't they used his pleasant vices as an instrument to degrade him?'

The unending problem of growing old was not how he changed, but how things did.

Eidolons

The English poet Thomas Gray (1716–1771) meditated on the melancholy theme of unexploited talent while looking at the headstones of farm labourers in the graveyard of a small country village. He wondered who these people had been and what, in better circumstances, they might have become: Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid Some heart once pregna