https://wist.info Wish I'd Said That! Tue, 06 Oct 2026 23:57:45 +0000 https://wordpress.org/?v=7.1.3 hourly 1 https://wordpress.org/?v=7.1.3 https://wist.info/wp/wp-content/uploads/2016/06/little-w-little-box-60x60.jpg https://wist.info 32 32 43606282 https://wist.info/barbellion-w-n-p/60995/ https://wist.info/barbellion-w-n-p/60995/#respond Mon, 05 Jun 2023 16:34:06 +0000 Dave https://wist.info/?p=60995 To me the honour is sufficient of belonging to the universe — such a great universe, and so grand a scheme of things. Not even Death can rob me of that honour. For nothing can alter the fact that I have lived; I have been I, if for ever so short a time. And when I am dead, the matter which composes my body is indestructible — and eternal, so that come what may to my “Soul,” my dust will always be going on, each separate atom of me playing its separate part — I shall still have some sort of a finger in the pie. When I am dead, you can boil me, burn me, drown me, scatter me — but you cannot destroy me: my little atoms would merely deride such heavy vengeance. Death can do no more than kill you.

W. N. P. Barbellion (1889–1919) English diarist [William Nero Pilate Barbellion, pen name of Bruce Frederick Cummings]
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