Árdís - 01.01.1964, Blaðsíða 32

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one point, it may have been on the mainland, I was enjoying a
meal, particularly a small round delicacy which looked like round
noodles, when my daughter said: “Mother, do you know what
you’re eating?” “No”, I said, “but it is good”. She replied with a
twinkle in her eye: “It is baby octopus”. For a second I wavered
but my appetite won and I ate merrily on!
No matter how we may associate or disassociate the various
aspects of the personality of Sardinia, it remains unique; that of
a very ancient island full of poetic imagery!
I do not ask my cross to understand,
My way to see—
Better in darkness just to feel Thy hand,
And follow Thee.
There are two angels that attend unseen
Each one of us and in great books records
Our good and evil deeds. He who writes down
The good ones, after every action, closes
His volume and ascends with it to God.
To other keeps his dreadful day-book open
Till sunset that we may repent: which doing
The record of the action fades away,
And leaves a line of white across the page.