Wed 13 Nov, 2002 08:26 am
" They are not long, the weeping and the laughter,
Love and desire and hate:
I think they have no portion in us after
We pass the gate.
They are not long, the days of wine and roses:
Out of a misty dream
Our path emerges for a while, then closes
Within a dream".
Vitae summa brevis spem nos vetat incohare longam
(The brevity of life forbids us to entertain hopes of long duration: Horace,