“Say, goddess, what ensured, when Raphael,
The affable archangel… Eve
The story heard attentive, and was filled
with admiration, and deep muse, to hear
Of things so high and strange.”
– Paradise Lost, B.vii.
from Chapter III, Middlemarch by George Eliot
from Chapter XXV
“Love seeketh not itself to please,
Nor for itself hath any care,
But for another gives its ease,
And builds a Heaven in hell’s despair.
Love seeketh only self to please,
To bind another to its delight,
Joys in another’s loss of ease,
And builds a Hell in Heaven’s despite.”
– William Blake: Songs of Experience
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I get notes of thanks and appreciation for this little blog from all kind of people. Thank you. I get mails offering to contribute to this blog. Be my guest. The count of readers keeps tickling. All are welcome. I see stuff uploaded by me finding way to all kind of Kashmir websites, tweets and Facebook groups and pages, and chain emails, all giving birth to all sort of discussions. A gentle reminder to the readers of this blog – everything you see here is free. Give credit if you feel like it. Take what you need, or even take what you want.
This blog started as a personal blog, a collection of notes to myself and personal it remains.
