Headline in the Khaleej Times this morning recounting the tennis upset of Jo-Wilfried Tsonga to Kei Nishikori: "Tsonga sung blue." Now, I defy you to get the tune out of your head - it's been running through mine all day.
"The dead! The dead who loved me in my childhood. Whenever I remember them, my whole soul shivers and I feel exiled from all hearts, alone in the night of myself, weeping like a beggar before the closed silence of all doors."
Fernando Pessoa,
"Do the gods light this fire in our hearts or does each man's mad desire become his god?"
Virgil, Aeneid
"It was in vain that I lingered before the hawthorns."
Marcel Proust, Remembrance of Things Past
"This is the way the gods ordained the destiny of men, to bear such burdens in our lives, while they feel no affliction."
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Thanks, dude. Now *I* have it in my head.
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