"An idea no longer shrouded in mist, through wave or ether comes to me, like a star from high up in the skies, or a pearl from the bottom of the sea." - Victor Hugo (Les rayons et les ombres)
Monday, 3 August 2015
Their future's in their own hands. They've gotten the cow and the plough. The Lord stands behind them. "We shall pull through somehow!" The pitchfork is gripped, And sealed is the rum. They gaze at their future.