Being a record of the ruminations, ramblings and obsessions of a Hound of the noblest breed (or so His Lordship claims, anyway). The focus being on dark music and culture, style, spirituality and - naturally – Basset Hounds.
Thursday, 29 October 2009
What an elusive thing
life can be. One can only seek consolation in the words of the Hávamál:
Cattle die, and kinsmen die, And so one dies one's self; But a noble name will never die, If good renown one gets.
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