Maxioms by Matthew Arnold
Journalism is literature in a hurry.
Journalism is literature in a hurry.
Six years--six little years--six drops of time.
Six years--six little years--six drops of time.
And see all sights from pole to pole, / And glance, and nod, and bustle by; / And never once read more
And see all sights from pole to pole, / And glance, and nod, and bustle by; / And never once possess our soul / Before we die.
What then remains, but that we still should cry
Not to be born, or being born to die.
What then remains, but that we still should cry
Not to be born, or being born to die.
This strange disease of modern life,
With its sick hurry, its divided aims.
This strange disease of modern life,
With its sick hurry, its divided aims.
