Intro

O full-orb'd moon, did but thy rays

Their last upon mine anguish gaze!

Beside this desk, at dead of night,

Oft have I watched to hail thy light:

Then, pensive friend! o'er book and scroll,

With soothing power, thy radiance stole!

In thy dear light, ah, might I climb,

Freely, some mountain height sublime,

Round mountain caves with spirits ride,

In thy mild haze o'er meadows glide,

And, purged from knowledge-fumes, renew

My spirit, in thy healing dew!

Goethe: Faust I.

Tuesday, December 11, 2001

Sympathy for the Devil

I feel terrible for that poor Walker kid from California. He's a centerpiece at the table now for the United State's reciprocation for the hijacked plane attacks. He's a fool, but he was doing interesting things, and now everyone is in his business. Why doesn't he give up his US citizenship if he's so antiamerican? I'm sure that it won't be an all pleasant experience for him to commit to life in the New Afghanistan or other neighbors.

Inappropriate criticism from Z-- about my old lover. Z-- can only be jealous.

1 hour of conversation with Demimonde E. Amusing, and refreshing. I think I know where I am. A Brit insisted we knew each other although we had really never met before in our lives.

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