Summing up our special moment

The Substacker Molière

“Man, I can assure you, is a nasty creature.”
― Molière

“Malicious men may die, but malice never.”

― Molière, Tartuffe

“Displaying vice to the mockery of men deals it a great blow. Men put up with admonition but are loath to be mocked. One might be willing to be wicked; one cannot bear to appear foolish.”
― Molière

We think with peculiar intensity during the hard moments of our life - we write when we have nothing else to do. So that a writer can only communicate something of importance in reproducing the past. When we are driven to think, we have unfortunately no mind to write, which accounts for the fact that books are never more than a feeble echo of what a man has gone through.

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Goin' to leave this brokedown palace
On my hands and my knees I will roll, roll, roll
Make myself a bed by the waterside
In my time, in my time, I will roll, roll, roll

In a bed, in a bed
By the waterside I will lay my head
Listen to the river sing sweet songs
To rock my soul

River going to take me
Sing me sweet and sleepy
Sing me sweet and sleepy
All the way back home

It's a far gone lullaby
Sung many years ago
Momma, momma, many worlds I've come
Since I first left home

Goin' home, goin' home
By the waterside I will rest my bones
Listen to the river sing sweet songs
To rock my soul