“. . . So fate requires
That all things whirl to ruin, slip behind,
Like one who rows his skiff against the current,
Touch and go: if once his arms ease off,
The current sweeps him headlong down the stream.”
— from Virgil’s Georgics, Book I, translated by Smith Palmer Bovie
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Published on November 30, 2014 13:30