tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8882454.post4397200577221473938..comments2023-09-08T03:48:17.672-07:00Comments on Shorn Again Believers: We are Ibsen's Ghosts. Pitifully afraid of light.keylawkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04134596750620373075noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8882454.post-48384191926876401172011-03-20T15:04:42.516-07:002011-03-20T15:04:42.516-07:00"Is it not strange — up there in the north th..."Is it not strange — up there in the north the day is dawning, the song-birds are twittering, there are gleams of light; levers, powerful, and flower-garlanded, such as are offered to no other people, are offered to ours with which to raise themselves; but they do not rise."<br /><br />-- Ibsen, speaking of his homeland, from which he exiled himself.<br /><br />This could be said of Aztecs, Arabs, Chacobo, Cubans, Bantu, Ik, Sicilians,...keylawkhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04134596750620373075noreply@blogger.com