“Do not all charms fly at the mere touch of cold philosophy? There was an awful rainbow once in heaven: we know her woof, her texture; she is given in the dull catalogue of common things. Philosophy will clip an angel’s wings, conquer all mysteries by rule and line, empty the haunted air, and gnome mine unweave a rainbow.”
John Keats quotes (English Romantic Poet. 1795-1821)
Until tomorrow, LAF
Have Teacup Will Travel 