The Explanation
(for those who require one)

And, of course, that is what all of this is -- all of this: the one song, ever changing, ever reincarnated, that speaks somehow from and to and for that which is ineffable within us and without us, that is both prayer and deliverance, folly and wisdom, that inspires us to dance or smile or simply to go on, senselessly, incomprehensibly, beatifically, in the face of mortality and the truth that our lives are more ill-writ, ill-rhymed and fleeting than any song, except perhaps those songs -- that song, endlesly reincarnated -- born of that truth, be it the moon and June of that truth, or the wordless blue moan, or the rotgut or the elegant poetry of it. That nameless black-hulled ship of Ulysses, that long black train, that Terraplane, that mystery train, that Rocket '88', that Buick 6 -- same journey, same miracle, same end and endlessness."
-- Nick Tosches, Where Dead Voices Gather

Before and After #173: Winston Churchill

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After

3 comments :

R.H. said...

Amazing that he was ever young.

Vanwall said...

He was already old - only a coupla years before, he was riding with the 21st Lancers against the fuzzy-wuzzies at Omdurman, broom-handle Mauser in one hand, and pad & pencil in the other. It was VC weather, with hails of bullets, one of which he took in the arm, rather badly - the perils of war reporting are invariably harder on gentleman callers, but that's expected of a Marlborough.

This pic was taken after he'd escaped a prison camp in Pretoria, had then gone back as a war correspondent and was on a tour of the Ex-Colonies promoting his book about the Boer War.

Old, old, old already.

Bruno Leicht said...

You should see his mother!

Jennie Jerome