I will tell you what I will do and what I will not do. I will not serve that in which I no longer believe, whether it call itself my home, my fatherland, or my church: and I will try to express myself in some mode of life or art as freely as I can and as wholly as I can, using for my defence the only arms I allow myself to use - silence, exile, and cunning.
James Joyce's A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
4 comments:
Crisp and refreshing. Wish I were there.
Frost already? That must be a photo from high up on the mountain, right? Lovely.
I wish you were here too Sandy! And yes frost already Robin! its that time again...
Wow, gorgeous, it almost looks like a watercolor - paint it Dawn!
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