"...Kneel until my knee-caps fester,
Bend my back until I crack my spine,
And scratch another's back if he'll scratch mine?
No thank you.
...
Labouring to write a line of such good breeding
It's only fault is that it's not worth reading?
...
But...just to sing,
Dream, laugh, and take my tilt of wing,
To cock a snook whenever I shall choose,
To fight for 'yes' and 'no', come win or lose,
To travel without thought of fame or fortune
Wherever I care to go under the moon!
Never to write a line that hasn't come
Directly from my heart...
...
In short, I won't be a parasite; I'll be
My own intention, stand alone and free,
And suit my voice to what my own eyes see!"
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Cyrano de Bergerac, Edmond Rostand (trans. by Christopher Fry)
*Ananda Daydream * 9:11 PM *
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