So It Is

While attending the MLK Program at Mt Tabor yesterday I broached the Mann again and to my surrpise I disocvered that on p. 280 there was a bookmark, an Ani Difranco postcard upon which I scribbled a line from Keats: glut thy sorrow on a morning rose.

Morose symbolism aside, I reached p. 24 last night and was greatly entertained by Hans' arrival to the alpine sanitorium. His uncertainty with emotions is a great prism for both his and our time. The meditations on time will be developed later in the book, if i recall correctly.

I shall repeat a hundred times; we really ought to free ourselves from the seduction of words. -- Nietzsche