I've been reading clippings and notes and reviews, most of them marked as possible blogs and i got carried away, re-reading and often re-re-reading about words and books and people I want to see/read/think more about. I love them, love them all, love ideas and language and writing. The only problem is I don't have enough time. Just the other day I read something that Leonardo da Vinci is supposed to have said when he was starting work on the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel. With rueful realism he said that he needed four times his present age to finish everything he had to do. Well, me too, but in my case it's not such a tragedy. Just imagine what we (posterity, the world) lost when the artist was unable to extend his living, creative time.