From The Archives of Judy C Deterville – The Value of Life

W.B. Yeats captures my thought beautifully in his poem – September 1913 – “What need you, being come to sense, but fumble in a greasy till and add halfpence to the pence and prayer to shivering prayer, until you have dried the marrow to the bone?” Continue reading From The Archives of Judy C Deterville – The Value of Life