Everything in this world, I reflected, even the command of a nice little barque, may be made a delusion and a snare for the unwary spirit of pride in man. (Falk, Conrad) ---- There will be time, there will be time To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet; There will be time to murder and create, And time for all the works and days of hands That lift and drop a question on your plate; Time for you and time for me, And time yet for a hundred indecisions, And for a hundred visions and revisions, Before the taking of a toast and tea.
And indeed there will be time To wonder, “Do I dare?” and, “Do I dare?”
Do I dare Disturb the universe?
For I have known them all already, known them all: Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons, I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I should have been a pair of ragged claws Scuttling across the floors of silent seas. Elliot