13 April 2010

Sigh - I caught this insight on the way and quickly seized the rather poor words that were closest to hand to pin it down lest it fly away again. And now it has died of these arid words and shakes and flaps in them - and I hardly know any more when I look at it how I could ever have felt so happy when I caught this bird.
Friedrich Nietzsche, The Gay Science 298

happens to me all the time - but not in words so well put.

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