I've got a Tomahawk in my side but that don't hurt me much. - Emily Dickinson

No hay mejor fragata que un libro para llevarnos a tierras lejanas.

If your Nerve, deny you — Go above your Nerve — He can lean against the Grave,
If he fear to swerve — That’s a steady posture — Never any bend
Held of those Brass arms — Best Giant made — If your Soul seesaw — Lift the Flesh door — The Poltroon wants Oxygen — Nothing more –

There is a solitude of space, A solitude of sea, A solitude of death, but these Society shall be, Compared with that profounder site, That polar privacy, A Soul admitted to Itself: Finite Infinity.