had_not_lived: (☞ That you have but slumbered here)
Neil Perry ([personal profile] had_not_lived) wrote2012-04-06 09:54 pm

♕ |[83]| But still he fluttered pulses when he said "Good morning," and he glittered when he walked.

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Though much is taken, much abides; and though
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven; that which we are, we are;
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.


The first thing I ever said on the Network, three years ago, was a line from Tennyson's Ulysses; that's the end of the poem. It's still one of my favorites, even now. It reminds me of home, but of the City too; even if we have nowhere, here, to travel, some work of noble note remains. There are always new things to be seen.

Sometimes it seems like I've lived here much longer than I have; we've seen and done and known so much, I can't imagine how it's all happened in only a few years. Other times it feels like no time has passed at all. Three years; a handful of plays; hundreds of books, I'm sure; and dozens of people I never could have met, anywhere else.

I'm glad to be here. I always will be, no matter what.

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