finishing with a mug of coffee

It's Friday, and the weather is grey and gloomy, and work was okay, and I finished Phoenix Wright: Trials and Tribulations. A splendid ending. Very, very satisfying.

I think I'll leave Apollo Justice for a few days, till I'm over the current high.

Also, is it wrong of me to be amused that I'm wandering round with copies of Exalted: Abyssals, a knitting magazine, and the Onmyoji manga (French translation) all rubbing shoulders in my bag? There's just something about the incongruity of it which makes me smile.

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Fantasia

The happy men that lose their heads
They find their heads in heaven
As cherub heads with cherub wings,
And cherub haloes even:
Out of the infinite evening lands
Along the sunset sea,
Leaving the purple fields behind,
The cherub wings beat down the wind
Back to the groping body and blind
As the bird back to the tree.

Whether the plumes be passion-red
For him that truly dies
By headsman's blade or battle-axe,
Or blue like butterflies,
For him that lost it in a lane
In April's fits and starts,
His folly is forgiven then:
But higher, and far beyond our ken,
Is the healing of the unhappy men,
The men that lost their hearts.

Is there not pardon for the brave
And broad release above,
Who lost their heads for liberty
Or lost their hearts for love?
Or is the wise man wise indeed
Whom larger thoughts keep whole?
Who sees life equal like a chart,
Made strong to play the saner part,
And keep his head and keep his heart,
And only lose his soul.

-- GK Chesterton