Δαφνη Ευτυχια Αρθουρος

  "The chill ascends from feet to knees,
The fever sings in mental wires.
If to be warmed, then I must freeze
And quake in frigid purgatorial fires
Of which the flame is roses, and the smoke is briars.

  "The dripping blood our only drink,
The bloody flesh our only food:
In spite of which we like to think
That we are sound, substantial flesh and blood-
Again, in spite of that, we call this Friday good."

-- T.S. Eliot (b. 1888-09-26, d. 1965-01-04), from "East Coker" (1940)

[Chag Pesach Sameach to everyone starting Passover celebrations tonight, and belated Vaisakhi greetings to folks who celebrated that yesterday, and blessings to everyone observing Good Friday today. With Ramadan, Pesach, Vaisakhi, and Holy Week happening on top of each other, it's a lot going on all at once!]