I have decided to give up on revision for tonight and be happy instead. It’s going quite well.
One must always be drunk.
There is naught to be added:
This is the only question.
If one would dull the terrible burden of time which splinters one’s shoulders and drags one earthwards, one must get drunk without let or hindrance.
But on what? On wine, on poetry, or virtue, which ever suits you best. But get drunk.
And if, sometime, on the steps of a palace,
In the depths of some ditch,
In the grim solitude of your room, you stir,
Your drunkenness faded and flown,
Ask of wind, of wave, of star, of bird, of clock,
Of all that flees,
Of all that moans,
Of all that sings,
Of all that speaks,
Ask of them what time it is
And wind, wave, star, bird and clock will tell you:
“It’s time to get drunk!”
If we would be not the martyred slaves of time, we must get drunk, get drunk incessantly! On wine, poetry or virtue; whichever suits you best!
I have managed to do revision for my translation exam, help a friend and learn a bit about Guinea-Bissau all at once! Tonight is a good night. I am also awake really late because I had an accidental long nap a bit ago