It is a sadness of growing older that we lose our ardent appreciation of what is new and different and difficult. ~Elizabeth Aston The Exploits & Adventures of Miss Alethea Darcy, 2005
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
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Beautiful portrait of aging horse, dawn.
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