The Ideals There are few if any passages in the works of Sir Thomas Browne that I do not find thoroughly delightful; but two afford me particularly intense pleasure.
One is the opening paragraph from his essay “On Dreams”: Half our dayes wee passe in the shadowe of the earth, and the brother of death exacteth a third part of our lives.
A good part of our sleepes is peeced out with visions, and phantasticall objects wherin wee are confessedly deceaved.
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The Ideals There are few if any passages in the works of Sir Thomas Browne that I do not find thoroughly delightful; but two afford me particularly intense pleasure.
One is the opening paragraph from his essay “On Dreams”: Half our dayes wee passe in the shadowe of the earth, and the brother of death exacteth a third part of our lives.
A good part of our sleepes is peeced out with visions, and phantasticall objects wherin wee are confessedly deceaved.