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Jag skulle gå och handla. Och sedvanligt ser jag vredgad ut på ena ögat och dyster på det andra. The Wrathful and the Gloomy, jag i ett nötskal. Så det blir Infernos femte krets för mig. Jag hoppas det iallafall, både Nietzsche och Strindberg är ju där. Och så Poe.
The Wandering Jew is tired,
his strength is beginning to fade;
the Lion of the Tribe of Judah
on his perpetual crusade.
But scorched by Hatred's fire
and drenched in Sorrow's well,
he weeps with blood the stories
which he simply cannot tell.
He gazes long into the abyss and thinks
about whether he should go,
as Nyx's sirens call to him
on Desolation Row.
The Wandering Jew is tired,
his strength is beginning to fade;
the Lion of the Tribe of Judah
on his perpetual crusade.
But scorched by Hatred's fire
and drenched in Sorrow's well,
he weeps with blood the stories
which he simply cannot tell.
He gazes long into the abyss and thinks
about whether he should go,
as Nyx's sirens call to him
on Desolation Row.
Annons