Thursday, August 27, 2009
"It is futile," I said
I saw a man pursuing the horizon;
Round and round they sped.
I was disturbed at this;
I accosted the man.
“It is futile,” I said,
“You can never —”
“You lie,” he cried,
And ran on.
I saw a man pursuing the horizon
Stephen Crane
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