I think it's still hard for me to turn down work if it's really good because for so many years I was so desperate to get a job and couldn't and so it's kind of an anathema for me to turn down work.
The poetry from the eighteenth century was prose; the prose from the seventeenth century was poetry.
The modern meaning of life's end-when does it end? How does it end? How should it end? What is the value of life? How do we measure it?

