The Memoirs
Every man has reminiscences which he likes to recollect and share with almost all the people whom he knows. Few other persuits, he would not tell to everyone, but only to his friends. He has other annals in his mind, which he would not reveal even to his friends, but only to himself, and that in secret. But there are other ambience that a man is afraid to tell even to himself, and every decent man has a number of such things stored away in the realms of his mind. The more decent he is, the greater the number of such things in his mind.
When from dark error’s subjugation
My words of passionate exhortation
Had wrenched thy fainting spirit free;
And writhing prone in thine affliction
Thou didst recall with malediction
The vice that had encompassed thee:
And when thy slumbering conscience,
fretting
By recollection’s torturing flame,
Thou didst reveal the hideous setting
Of thy life’s current ere I came:
When suddenly I saw thee sicken,
And weeping, hide thine anguished face,
Revolted, maddened, horror-stricken,
At the memories of foul disgrace.
My words of passionate exhortation
Had wrenched thy fainting spirit free;
And writhing prone in thine affliction
Thou didst recall with malediction
The vice that had encompassed thee:
And when thy slumbering conscience,
fretting
By recollection’s torturing flame,
Thou didst reveal the hideous setting
Of thy life’s current ere I came:
When suddenly I saw thee sicken,
And weeping, hide thine anguished face,
Revolted, maddened, horror-stricken,
At the memories of foul disgrace.
No greater grief than to remember the days of joy when misery is at hand
- Dante Alighieri
posted by Sameer G Kulkarni @ 6/18/2005 01:56:00 PM
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