Idle

A man is not idle because he is absorbed in thought.
There is a visible
labour and there is an invisible labour.
Victor Hugo, novelist and
dramatist (1802-1885)
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About Uisce úr

Though I am old with wandering Through hollow lands and hilly lands, I will find out where she has gone, And kiss her lips and take her hands; And walk among long dappled grass, And pluck till time and times are done, The silver apples of the moon, The golden apples of the sun.
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One Response to Idle

  1. Glenn says:

    His eyes are closed,his breathing is slow-HE’S ASLEEP!And it was a bloody miserable book anyway.

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