200, still counting
In the little world in which children have their existence, whosoever brings them up, there is nothing so finely perceived and so finely felt as injustice.
Charles John Huffam Dickens
b February 7, 1812
d June 9, 1870
sometimes you just gotta' row
In the little world in which children have their existence, whosoever brings them up, there is nothing so finely perceived and so finely felt as injustice.
Charles John Huffam Dickens
b February 7, 1812
d June 9, 1870
Written by glh
February 7, 2012 at 12:49
Posted in Childhood
"Crossing at a ford means, for example, crossing the sea at a strait, or crossing over a hundred miles of broad sea at a crossing place. I believe this 'crossing at a ford' occurs often in a man's lifetime. It means setting sail even though your friends stay in harbour, knowing the route, knowing the soundness of your ship and the favour of the day. When all the conditions are met, and there is perhaps a favourable wind, or a tailwind, then set sail. If the wind changes within a few miles of your destination, you must row across the remaining distance without sail."
Miyamoto Musashi, 1645
Translated by Victor Harris
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