Brothers in Arms by Dire Straits - The Monday Morning Memo

These mist-covered mountainsAre a home now for meBut my home is in lowlandsAnd always will be.

Someday, you’ll return toYour valleys and your farmsAnd you’ll no longer burnTo be brothers in arms.

Through these fields of destructionBaptisms of fireI’ve witnessed your sufferingAs the battle raged higher

And though they did hurt me so badIn the fear and alarmYou did not desert meMy brothers in arms.

There’s so many different worldsSo many different sunsAnd we have just one worldBut we live in different ones.

Now the sun’s gone to hell, andThe moon’s riding highLet me bid you farewellEvery man has to die

But it’s written in the starlightAnd every line in your palmWe’re fools to make warOn our brothers in arms.

Songwriters: Mark Knopfler

“In this case we’re dealing with a Person whom fortune has gifted generously, but who has entirely failed to use their potential. Such People are bright and intelligent, but don’t apply themselves to their studies… This Venus induces a strange kind of laziness – lifetime opportunities are missed, because you overslept, because you didn’t feel like going, because you were late, because you were neglectful. It’s a tendency to be sybaritic, to live in a state of mild semiconsciousness, to fritter your life away on petty pleasures, to dislike effort and be devoid of any penchant for competition. Long mornings, unopened letters, things put off for later, abandoned projects. A dislike of any authority and a refusal to submit to it, going your own way in a taciturn, idle manner. You could say such people are of no use at all.”

- Olga Tokarczuk, Drive Your Plow Over the Bones of the Dead, p. 227-228, winner of the Nobel Prize in Literature

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