Today, it was Alexander Pope (1688-1744), a piece of whose writing popped to mind, but left me unable
The old chestnut that sprang up, minus a surrounding environment that once existed, was:
Strange to think how far from home anyone might travel in search of wisdom and worldliness. Lake Victoria, the Gobi, the Taj Mahal, Tierra del Fuego, the land of the Jabberwock .... Travel and travail ... when all the time, if the eyes had been somehow wider, the information was no further away than a pinkie either culturally or personally. Pick a point, any point, and, with diligence and courage and love, home is not so far away after all.A little learning is a dangerous thing;
drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring:
There shallow draughts intoxicate the brain,
and drinking largely sobers us again.
Still, I guess, travel and travail bring resonance to the symphony, so, OK ... travel and travail, load up with Alexander Pope or other kettle drums of experience or knowledge, and then, and then ....
Miss him when he's gone.