First Post, Hello World, and All That Jazz
July 22, 2008
The King with half the East at heel is marched from lands of morning;
His fighters drink the rivers up, their shafts benight the air,
And he that stands will die for nought, and home there’s no returning.
The Spartans on the sea-wet rock sat down and combed their hair.
A. E. Housman, The Oracles
