By Percy Bysshe Shelley
Quoted in chapter 10 of Frankenstein by Mary Shelley
We are as clouds that veil the midnight moon;
How restlessly they speed and gleam and quiver,
Streaking the darkness radiantly! yet soon
Night closes round, and they are lost for ever:—
Or like forgotten lyres whose dissonant strings
Give various response to each varying blast,
To whose frail frame no second motion brings
One mood or modulation like the last.
We rest; A dream has power to poison sleep.
We rise—one wandering thought pollutes the day.
We feel, conceive or reason, laugh or weep,
Embrace fond woe, or cast our cares away:—
It is the same!—For, be it joy or sorrow,
The path of its departure still is free;
Man's yesterday may ne'er be like his morrow;
Nought may endure but Mutability.
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I had my usual chatty Wednesday around some chores and some fun. I had to rearrange my Tarot decks a bit because I acquired three last week, I read some of Ammonite, I talked to three of my high school friends after lunch, I set up a new cat toy that's supposed to help file their nails, then I watched the rest of Pirates of the Caribbean: On Stranger Tides with Cel and Laurie.
We took a walk after dark, ate dinner, and watched the live-action Moana, which I really liked; it's true that it's utterly derivative of the animated film, but it's also beautiful to look at and the performers are a lot of fun. Now we're watching the season finale of Slow Horses. From Old Sturbridge Village's Phantoms By Firelight Frankenstein encounter, performers and the Creature:
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