Alis volat propris.

O to struggle against great odds, to meet enemies undaunted! To be entirely alone with them, to find how much one can stand! To look strife, torture, prison, popular odium, face to face! To mount the scaffold, to advance to the muzzles of guns with perfect nonchalance! To be indeed a God! - Whitman

Thursday, June 08, 2006

I am safely back home.

That is to say, I am on the Constellation, in the midst of an overnight.

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