The house of delusions is cheap to build but drafty to live in.
A. E. Housman
The fairies break their dances / And leave the printed lawn.
Shoulder the sky, my lad, and drink your ale.
Clay lies still, but blood's a rover; / Breath's a ware that will not keep. / Up, lad; when the journey's over / There'll be time enough for sleep.
O Queen of air and darkness,I think 'tis truth you say,And I shall die to-morrow;But you will die to-day.
Both sides continue to work on core issues.
Sometimes the only thing that keeps us forward is the support of our audience. But also because we have really great people working here as well as professionally trained fixers, stringers and drivers.
What breaks in a moment may take years to mend.