“…it was the season of light, it was the season of darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair…”
And now the rain!
The wind, revelling in the confusion of great pines!
“Perhaps – I want the old days back again and they’ll never come back, and I am haunted by the memory of them and of the world falling about my ears. ”
“Luck is a goddess not to be coerced and forcibly wooed by those who seek her favours. From such masterful spirits she turns away. But it happens sometimes that, if we put our hand in hers with the humble trust of a little child, she will have pity on us, and not fail us in our hour of need.”
“I believe that what we become depends on what our fathers teach us at odd moments, when they aren’t trying to teach us. We are formed by little scraps of wisdom.”
“She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.”
“The rain is falling all around,
It falls on field and tree,
It rains on the umbrellas here,
And on the ships at sea.”
“And above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don’t believe in magic will never find it.”
Brought to you by TheJudge13 chronicler Jennie Mowbray Note: This was the first article I wrote in 2014…I’ve re-posted it for the 30th anniversary of the race… “There is nothing new […]
Hell is not always scorching heat and scarlet flames. Sometimes it is dank and green; a slim strip of bumpy tarmac encircled by towering trees and shrouded in mist.