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Li Bai long ago wrote a poem, in Chinese of course, that can be translated thusly:Because water returns, though we cut it with swords,
And sorrow returns, though we drown it in wine,
Because the world can in no way conform to our desires,
Today,I will let down my hair
And go fishing.
Wise words from everybody's favorite drunken savant. So today I'm going birding. If you behave yourselves while I'm away, maybe I'll share a photograph or two.
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1 comment:
Words we should all follow occasionally, especially Howard Waldrop (but not too often, or we won't get enough new stories--what am I saying we already don't--drop that fishing pole and go write some more stories!)
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