"Here, at the quiet limit of the world."
Alfred Lord Tennyson, Tithonus
"A rose will bloom, it then will fade.
So does a youth.
So does the fairest maid."
Nino Rota, What Is a Youth
There is a story to be told here, of twisted markets, and legitimate pursuits taxed by insidious corruptions, and their patrons.
But it is nothing new. It is a story all too familiar, as old as Babylon, and evil as sin. Perhaps, then, another time.
It was a beautiful autumn day. The warmth is slowly fading from the fields, captured in the harvests, and taken away. Darkness is falling earlier, and the nights are growing colder.
And as fields fade, so too do empires— and the vanities and illusions of proud and willful men.
Not then so rare as we had thought. But still, after many a summer, dies the swan.
Have a pleasant evening.
