Saturday, 5 December 2009



'Auriga'


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  1. 'It is like a river, tiny at its origin, tumbling down the hillside with difficulties rapidly
    accumulating, to ease as it meets the plain and meanders on; and then, increasing
    into rapids, so long and so intense that it seems that nothing can survive; eventually
    to calm, and subside, and to hear the distant sounds of the city as it passes by,
    and the happiness and the quietude therein; continuing on, growing in size as it
    approaches and becomes the estuary, and in meeting - stills the sea.'

    bri

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