What then?

His chosen comrades thought at school
He must grow a famous man;
He thought the same and lived by rule,
All his twenties crammed with toil;
'What then?' sang Plato's ghost. 'What then?'

Everything he wrote was read,
After certain years he won
Sufficient money for his need,
Friends that have been friends indeed;
'What then?' sang Plato's ghost. 'What then?'

All his happier dreams came true -
A small old house, wife, daughter, son,
Grounds where plum and cabbage grew,
Poets and Wits about him drew;
'What then?' sang Plato's ghost. 'What then?'

'The work is done,' grown old he thought,
'According to my boyish plan;
Let the fools rage, I swerved in naught,
Something to perfection brought';
But louder sang that ghost, 'What then?'

- W. B. Yeats

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Books read recently: The Idiot, The Wind In The Willows, Rain in the mountains: Notes from the Himalayas, Ruskin Bond's Book of Verse, Notes to Myself: My Struggle to Become a Person, The Book of Questions, The Agony & The Ecstasy (but this is still underway - Lorenzo just breathed his last)

Classical Guitar: Finished Carcassi studies in thirds, sixths and octaves and upto study piece 40.

After all, there is no excuse not to.