“And, having writ, moves on”

    The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it. (From The Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyam, trans. Edward Fitzgerald)   I’ve always been acutely aware of the passage of time, painfully [Read More...]