16.12.20

 
for whom the bell tolls 

                 . . heartbreaking

1256,  Wednesday,  16 12. 20

John Donne 
              No man is an Iland, intire of itselfe; every man is a peece of the Continent, a part of the maine; if a clod bee washed away by the Sea, Europe is the lesse, as well as if Promontorie were, as well as if a Mannor of thy friends or of thine owne were; any mans death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankinde; And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; It tolls for thee.   

No comments:

Post a Comment