March 7th, 2015

Начинаю смотреть третий сезон House of Cards!

Solitary the thrush,
The hermit withdrawn to himself, avoiding the settlements,
Sings by himself a song.

Song of the bleeding throat,
Death’s outlet song of life, (for well dear brother I know,
If thou wast not granted to sing thou would’st surely die.)

- do you know the poem?
- no, i don't
- Walt Whitman. It's about the death of Abraham Lincoln

- Yes, i know the damn poem. We studied it at the Sentinel. I said to my professor, ‘Why mourn the death of presidents, or anyone for that matter? The dead can’t hear us.’ And he asked me if I believed in heaven. I said, ‘No.’ And then he asked if I had no faith in God. I said, ‘You have it wrong; it’s God who has no faith in us.