IAmSam
Joined July 2008
“That crazed girl improvising her music.
Her poetry, dancing upon the shore,
Her soul in division from itself
Climbing, falling She knew not where,
Hiding amid the cargo of a steamship,
Her knee-cap broken, that girl I declare
A beautiful lofty thing, or a thing
Heroically lost, heroically found.
No matter what disaster occurred
She stood in desperate music wound,
Wound, wound, and she made in her triumph
Where the bales and the baskets lay
No common intelligible sound
But sang, "O sea-starved, hungry sea.’ "
~ W. B. Yeats.
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Can't Remember
Okay, I need some help. I can’t remember the title of a book I read and it is really bugging me. All I can remember of it is a man who was nicknamed “Toad” because he could close his eyes by lifting up the bottom eyelid instead of the normal way (lowering the top eyelid). He didn’t talk much. I can remember some kind of fishing trip as well, and that Toad went on it. I (ve…