Brian's quite remarkable blog of wonder.

I was feeling reflective, and decided to read the last year of my blog. I came across this post in which I reproduce the poem When I Was One-and-Twenty by A. E. Housman, a piece of verse which cautions against recklessly falling in love. I re-read that poem and realized how poignantly ironic it is that I made that post, back then, when I was twenty-one, and could have used the advice. I have a feeling that if I'd truly understood the message of the poem at that particular moment in my life, I could have saved myself the "endless rue" of the miserable summer that was to follow. "But I was one-and-twenty, / No use to talk to me."

Re-re-reading it, it seems like there's a bit of irony at the end, as the twenty-two year old reflects arrogantly on himself just a year ago. Oh yeah, he's learned his lesson.