I decided this page needed a snappy title. After all, everyone else is doing it. So I went for "A hand held over a candle in angst fuelled bravado," the beginning of the Marillion song "Slainte Mhath." The song is about people sitting in bars, talking and writing and lying about history. The singer is powerless to stop any of this, so he just drinks. Sometimes my life feels like this.
A Cool Web of Language
There's a cool web of language weaves us in,
Retreat from too much joy and too much fear:
We grow sea-green at least and coldly die
In brininess and volubility.
--Robert Graves
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