"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)
Wednesday, 10 August 2016
On Orange and White Hair
When I was young my hair was orange. Invariably others said: It's red. Now that I'm older my hair is white Which is alright for an old man's hair. To the fact that it's white now All subscribe. I find it strange But then that's me.