{"id":104,"date":"2004-01-18T19:16:18","date_gmt":"2004-01-19T03:16:18","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.jokeofalltrades.com\/root\/?p=104"},"modified":"2005-03-14T07:15:16","modified_gmt":"2005-03-14T15:15:16","slug":"impending-departure","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/michaelhoke.name\/oldblog\/2004\/01\/18\/impending-departure\/","title":{"rendered":"Impending Departure"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Excerpt from “Departure”<\/h3>\n

by Edna St. Vincent Millay<\/h4>\n

\nIt’s little I know what’s in my heart,
\nWhat’s in my mind it’s little I know,
\nBut there’s that in me must up and start,
\nAnd it’s little I care where my feet go.\n<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

\nI’m getting restless; I don’t know where I want to be, but I no longer want to be here<\/em>. If I end up going to law school, I fear it will be for no better reason than to provide myself a change of scenery. I have always been largely indifferent to my own fortune; I’m not terribly concerned with how I fare, so it might seem odd that I would fear<\/em> making such a decision. I am also a professed fan of whimsy and caprice, so an insistence on having good reasons<\/em> would be entirely out of place for me. The problem is that I have compelling reasons not to go. Acting without reason is caprice, but I am beginning to think that acting contrary to reason is folly, or perhaps even perversion. I have not the energy to secure my happiness, but I still don’t want to indulge the perversity of spirit that would attempt to achieve my own destruction. Unfortunately, the old imp of the perverse<\/a> is alluring in its mischief, and difficult to resist. I wonder…where might I find myself in September?\n<\/p>\n

\nNP: Stars<\/a>, What the Snowman Learned About Love<\/i><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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