Novel’s gone off on its first round of submissions. All the big guns. They were given a deadline to make up their minds – which is today. So today I dare not venture anywhere near my yahoo inbox. Then, after lunch, I came across some very appropriate lines from Byron’s journal on the subject of hope –
Why, at the very height of desire and human pleasure – worldly, social, amorous, ambitious, or even avaricious – does there mingle a certain sense of doubt and sorrow – a fear of what is to come – a doubt of what is – a retrospect to the past, leading to a prognostication of the future? Why is this? I know not, except that on a pinnacle we are most susceptible of giddiness, and that we never fear falling except from a precipice – the higher, the more awful…
OOOh exciting stuff! Good luck!
ReplyDeleteThanks She. XX
ReplyDeleteOh hope, that queasy feeling in the pit of your stomach when you haven't yet been denied something you desperately want.
ReplyDeleteI'm hoping some for you; I think that's probably a book worth reading.
On the money again there, Frankie. In fact that's one of the best definitions of hope I've come across.
ReplyDeleteVery nice :) Good thoughts, good thoughts :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Meo. Puss & kram, as they say in Sweden.
ReplyDeleteThis is really deep, and really interesting. Your material makes people think. :)
ReplyDeleteStep back from the precipice, look up at the stars, and breathe.
ReplyDeleteGood luck with your submission!
ReplyDeleteI just found your blog and I know it wasn't by accident.
ReplyDeletewell, friend, just hope and leave it to the Infinite to unfold what's in store ..
ReplyDeletefrom Virginia:
ReplyDeleteIf we didn't live venturously, plucking the wild goat by the beard, and trembling over precipices, we should never be depressed, I've no doubt; but already should be faded, fatalistic and aged.
Still not heard a sausage.
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