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Thoughts Come
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Fridtjof Nansen
_From Farthest North, by Fridtjof Nansen (1897)_
Thoughts come and thoughts go. I cannot forget, and I cannot sleep. Everything is still; all are asleep. I only hear the quiet step of the watch and the clock gently hacking the time in pieces there on the wall.
Am I a coward? Am I afraid of death? Oh, no! But in these nights such longing can come over one for all beauty, for that which is contained in a single word, and the soul flees from this interminable world of ice.
Thoughts come and thoughts go. I cannot forget, and I cannot sleep. Everything is still; all are asleep. I only hear the quiet step of the watch and the clock gently hacking the time in pieces there on the wall.
Am I a coward? Am I afraid of death? Oh, no! But in these nights such longing can come over one for all beauty, for that which is contained in a single word, and the soul flees from this interminable world of ice.
