Jul 13, 2007 16:21
Poppet on the joys of soldiering: [H]e has learned the ordinary soldier's lessons:
to taste blood and like it;
to brave death and care nothing for life;
to hope for letters and get none;
to hope for the end of the war and see none;
to find in victory no more than the beginning of another march;
to look for promotion and get none;
to pass from death and danger to idleness and corruption;
to ask for furloughs and get none;
and finally, to despair,
and hope for death to end his sufferings.
The slave-driver has now become a butcher...
man, that's rough. way to keep it light and cheerful, Poppet.
: o p
it also about sums up my mood. i'm just tired, a wee strung out. this is my last free-ish weekend until august (and i still have a paper to write ~ and one next week as well). i just want to be mindless and watch television for 48 hours, but i know i'll only spend part of my weekend actually vegging.
i finished Eleison, though i know it'll come back with needed corrections at some point this weekend as well. we're almost over the hill. just gotta trudge up that last mile.
i haven't seen the Jack proofs. it's off to the printer, so there would be no point anyway.
happy friday all!
: D
in pursuance