Thursday, February 24, 2011
3. When nothing seems to help, I go and look at a stonecutter hammering away at his rock perhaps a hundred times without as much as a crack showing in it. Yet at the hundred and first blow it will split in it. Yet at the hundred and first blow it will split in two, and I know it was not that blow that did-it—but all that had gone before. “Jacob Iris”
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
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