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the genie in the lamp [May. 11th, 2006|10:48 pm]
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"He who binds himself to a joy / Doth the winged life destroy /
But he who kisses the joy as it flies / Lives in eternity's sunrise."


i was flattered and perplexed when i learned that you were still calling me a friend, but the poverty of language prevented me from explaining it to you properly; i just find it remarkable that people are so impossibly different and so impossibly similar at the same time.

to me, the great problem with restraint is how unrewarding it is: the gains one makes from abstaining are entirely esoteric, while the gains you can make from indulgence are clearly apparent to everyone. of course, the only way out of the heart of darkness is restraint, but would anyone who was comfortable want to leave? my nature won't stain my face nor the face of my likeness like dorian gray, with whom i feel i have something in common, so why should i worry about what my soul looks like? it is quite true that the only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it, and i have to wonder if a man who goes his entire life suffering temptation's slow pull on his mind is any stronger or better than a man to whom temptation is nothing to be afraid of? obviously there is a difference between pleasure and happiness, but there is no scale where they can be weighed against each other to determine the worthiest goal.


devant une façade rose,
Sur le marbre d'un escalier.

and that was all of venice?

when his father died, alistair became the sole supporter of his mother, six sisters, and five brothers. he worked 16 hours a day, every day of the week besides attending school, which is compulsory for a boy of his age.
one day, as alistair was walking along a deserted beach during some rare time off, his toe hit an old-looking lantern half buried in the sand. he picked it up and, on impulse, rubbed it softly.
suddenly, billowing smoke streamed from the spout, and a giant genie followed it. he towered over the astonished boy, laughing deep in his throat. then, the genie became serious. he picked up alistair between his huge thumb and forefinger
"you summoned me from the lamp," he roared, "now, are you going to grant me three wishes...or am i going to have to crush you to death?"


[User Picture]From: faoners
2006-06-10 06:16 am (UTC)
craig, darling.
again with the marvelous writing..
i forgot about livejournal for a little while..
when will i see you again?

my birthday is this weekend.. if you cared.. :)
sunday, to be exact.

i have exams to write soon.. have you written yours yet?
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[User Picture]From: furious_c
2006-06-10 08:14 am (UTC)
are you having a party?

and i am only taking one course during the summer semester, the final is on friday the 16th. are you taking provincials?
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[User Picture]From: faoners
2006-06-11 06:37 pm (UTC)
i am not having a party.
no one loves me enough for that.
yes, i'm taking only one provincial this semester. science.
not going to be fun.
my first exam is socials on friday the 16th, math on the monday..
and then the provincial on the 28th.
wish me luck!
good luck on yours my dear.
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