ROSES ONLY
You do not seem to realise that beauty is a liability rather thanan asset—that in view of the fact that spirit creates form we are justified insupposingthat you must have brains. For you, a symbol of the unit, stiff and sharp,conscious of surpassing by dint of native superiority and liking for everythingself-dependent, anything anambitious civilisation might produce: for you, unaided to attempt through sheerreserve, to confute presumptions resulting from observation, is idle. Youcannot make usthink you a delightful happen-so. But rose, if you are brilliant, itis not because your petals are the without-which-nothing of pre-eminence.You would look, minusthorns—like a what-is-this, a merepeculiarity. They are not proof against a worm, the elements, or mildewbut what about the predatory hand? What is brilliance withoutco-ordination? Guarding theinfinitesimal pieces of your mind, compelling audience tothe remark that it is better to be forgotten than to be remembered tooviolently,your thorns are the best part of you.
You do not seem to realise that beauty is a liability rather thanan asset—that in view of the fact that spirit creates form we are justified insupposingthat you must have brains. For you, a symbol of the unit, stiff and sharp,conscious of surpassing by dint of native superiority and liking for everythingself-dependent, anything anambitious civilisation might produce: for you, unaided to attempt through sheerreserve, to confute presumptions resulting from observation, is idle. Youcannot make usthink you a delightful happen-so. But rose, if you are brilliant, itis not because your petals are the without-which-nothing of pre-eminence.You would look, minusthorns—like a what-is-this, a merepeculiarity. They are not proof against a worm, the elements, or mildewbut what about the predatory hand? What is brilliance withoutco-ordination? Guarding theinfinitesimal pieces of your mind, compelling audience tothe remark that it is better to be forgotten than to be remembered tooviolently,your thorns are the best part of you.
You do not seem to realise that beauty is a liability rather thanan asset—that in view of the fact that spirit creates form we are justified insupposingthat you must have brains. For you, a symbol of the unit, stiff and sharp,conscious of surpassing by dint of native superiority and liking for everythingself-dependent, anything an
ambitious civilisation might produce: for you, unaided to attempt through sheerreserve, to confute presumptions resulting from observation, is idle. Youcannot make usthink you a delightful happen-so. But rose, if you are brilliant, itis not because your petals are the without-which-nothing of pre-eminence.You would look, minusthorns—like a what-is-this, a mere
peculiarity. They are not proof against a worm, the elements, or mildewbut what about the predatory hand? What is brilliance withoutco-ordination? Guarding theinfinitesimal pieces of your mind, compelling audience tothe remark that it is better to be forgotten than to be remembered tooviolently,your thorns are the best part of you.