By route obscure and lonely, haunted by ill angels only, where an Eidolon, named NIGHT, on a black throne reigns upright, I have reached these lands but newly from an utimate dim Thule -- from a wild weird clime that lieth, sublime, out of Space -- out of TIME. Bottomless vales and boundless floods, and chasms, and caves, and Titan woods, with forms that no man can discover for the dews that drip all over; mountains toppling evermore into seas that restlesst aspire, surging unto skies of fire; lakes that endlessly outspread their lone waters -- lone and dead,-- their still waters -- still and chilly with the snows of the lolling lily. By the lakes that thus outspread their lone waters, lone and dead, -- their sad water,sad and chilly with the snows of the lolling lily, -- by the mountains -- near the river mumuring lowly, mumuring ever -- by the grey woods, -- by the swamp where the toad and the newt encamp, -- by the dismal tarns and pools Where dwell the ghouls, -- by each spot the most unholy -- in each nook most melancholy, -- There the traveller meets aghast sheeted memories ofthe past -- shrouded forms that start and sigh as they pass the wanderer by -- white-robed forms of friends long given, in agony, to Earth -- and Heaven.
Ernesto Guevara was born to ernest Guevara Lynch and Cellia de la Serna y Llosa, on June 14, 1928, in Rosario, Argentina, the eldest of five children in a middle-class Argentine family of Spanish descent, as well as Irish by means of his patrilineal ancestor Patrick Lynch. In accordance with flexibility allowed in Spanish naming customs, his legal name will sometimes appear with "de la Serna and/or "Lynch" accompanying it. Referring to Che's "restless" nature, his father declared "the first thing to note is that in my son's veins flowed the blood of the Irish rebels". Very early on in life, Ernestito developed an "affinity for the poor". Growing up in a family with leftist leanings, Guevara was introduced to a wide spectrum of political perspectives even as a boy. His father, a stauncch supporter of Republicans from the Spanish Civil War, often hosted many veterans from the conflict in the Guevara home. Despite suffering crippling bouts of acute asthma that were to afflict him throughout his life he excelled as an athlete, enjoying swimming, football, golf, and shooting, while also becoming an "untiring" cyclist. he was an avid rugby union player, and played at fly-half for Club Universitario de Buenos Aires. His rugby playing earned him the nickname "Fuser"-a contraction of "El Furibundo" and his mother's surname, de la Serna-for his aggressive style of play.
That wasn't something I preached on every corner, only to those who wanted to ride and linger in my van. Differen't strokes for different folks- a lot of people would stay for a day, a week or longer, and then be into moving on. If that was their pleasure, far be ito from me to deny them the other things they sought. However, being the center of attraction, the one everyone leans on, the advisor, the authority and the hub that turns the wheel, can sometimes have an adverse effect on a person. You see it everyday among wealthy people. it often happens in charitable organizations, in religion, in those who govern, those with physical strength, and those who receive even the slightest bit of authority. Given a little taste of power, personalities often change, and someone who was once humble and righteous becomes a tyrant, so caught up in status that the original good becomes bad. Unfortunately, it happens without conscious awareness. But back then, four or five months after my release from prison, I was living a fantasy come true. I had the feeling of being above anyone's power to ever lock me up again. Sure, the pot and the pills we used were technically against the law, but they were so common a person felt almost legal if he wasn't actually selling.
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