“I hear an army charging upon the land, And the thunder of horses plunging, foam about their knees: Arrogant, in black armour, behind them stand, Disdaining the reins, with flutt’ring whips, the charioteers.”
(James Joyce in Chamber Music, no. 36) ‘s-Hertogenbosch (NL)
“What are you able to build with your blocks? Castles and palaces, temples and docks. Rain may keep raining, and others go roam, But I can be happy and building at home.”