<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=368792" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Tubes</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">1<br>'Up, down, good, bad,' said<br>the man with the tubes<br>up his nose, ' there's lots<br>of variety…<br>However, notions<br>of balance between<br>extremes of fortune<br>are stupid—or at<br>best unobservant.'<br>He watched as the nurse<br>fed pellets into<br>the green nozzle that<br>stuck from his side. 'Mm,'<br>said the man. ' Good. Yum.<br>(Next time more basil…)<br>When a long-desired<br>baby is born, what<br>joy! More happiness<br>than we find in sex,<br>more than we take in<br>success, revenge, or<br>wealth. But should the same<br>infant die, would you<br>measure the horror<br>on the same rule? Grief<br>weighs down the seesaw;<br>joy cannot budge it.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> 2<br>'When I was nineteen,<br>I told a thirty-<br>year-old man what a<br>fool I had been when<br>I was seventeen.<br>'We were always,' he<br>said glancing down, 'a<br>fool two years ago.''</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> 3<br>The man with the tubes<br>up his nostrils spoke<br>carefully: 'I don't<br>regret what I did,<br>but that I claimed I<br>did the opposite.<br>If I was faithless<br>or treacherous and<br>cowardly, I had<br>my reasons—but I<br>regret that I called<br>myself loyal, brave,<br>and honorable.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> 4<br>'Of all illusions,'<br>said the man with the <br>tubes up his nostrils,<br>IVs, catheter,<br>and feeding nozzle,<br>'the silliest one<br>was hardest to lose.<br>For years I supposed<br>that after climbing<br>exhaustedly up<br>with pitons and ropes,<br>I would arrive at<br>last on the plateau<br>of walking-level-<br>forever-among-<br>moss-with-red -blossoms.<br>But of course, of course:<br>A continual<br>climbing is the one<br>form of arrival<br>we ever come to—<br>unless we suppose<br>that the wished-for height<br>and house of desire<br>is tubes up the nose.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Donald+Hall">Donald Hall</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=368792" data-title="Tubes de Donald Hall" data-description="1 'Up, down, good, bad,' said the man with the tubes up his nose, ' there's lots of variety… However, notions of balance between extremes of fortune are stupid—or at best unobservant.' He watched as the nurse fed pellets into the green nozzle ..."></div> </div> </div>

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