Spending my Saturday night with T.S. Eliot and Emily Dickinson. We are having a literary threesome. At times like this, I miss being an English major.
Postscript: I shall write you a proper love letter tomorrow. Tonight I am far too tired, my darlings. But I leave you with brilliance that far surpasses my own:
If I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain;
If I can ease one life the aching,
Or cool one pain,
Or help one fainting robin
Unto his nest again,
I shall not live in vain.