So a couple of days ago I walked home from work (saw a hawk!) and took a small spill on the way. Nothing serious; my left ankle twisted and sent me down on my right knee.
Left ankle is fine. Right knee is fine. Right thigh has been complaining ever since.
Pain is useful. Pain reminds you to keep an eye on the path as well as following the flight of hawks. I suppose I just don’t understand why pain can’t be more intelligible.
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He querido más vivir en mi pequeña casa, exenta y señora, que no en sus ricos palacios, sojuzgada y cativa.
—Fernando de Rojas, La Celestina
(I prefer living in my little house, free and my own mistress, to living in their rich palaces, downtrodden and wretched.)
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