Sunday, April 05, 2009

Wherever you go, there you are

I pack my trunk, embrace my friends, embark on the sea, and at last wake up in Naples, and there beside me is the Stern Fact, the Sad Self, unrelenting, identical, that I fled from.

-- Ralph Waldo Emerson

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