Meanderings of Yore

I meander between different genres of lit--lit which often happens to be from days of yore--and enjoy posting from many of said meanderings.

 

Boethius, The Consolation of Philosophy (c. 524):
Whose souls, albeit in a cloudy memory, yet seek back their good, but, like drunk men, know not the road home.
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