Occasionally I glanced at the big blue cradle of civilization hanging in the sky, remembered for the fiftieth or sixtieth or one hundredth time that none of this had any right to be happening, and reminded myself for the fiftieth or sixtieth or one hundredth time that the only sane response was to continue carrying the tune.
Related Keywords: Sky Right Blue Civilization Big Remembered Continue
Related Authors: Oscar Wilde C. S. Lewis Ernest Hemingway Hunter S. Thompson Paulo Coelho Carl Sagan Albert Camus