Friday, February 25, 2005 @2:58 AM
Sonnet 81
Or I shall live your epitaph to make,
Or survive when I in earth am rotten;
From hence your memory death cannot take
Although in me each part will be forgotten
Your name from hence immortal life shall have
Though I once gone, to all the world must die:
The earth can yield me but a common grave
When you entombed in men's eyes shall lie.
Your monument shall be my gentle verse
Which eyes not yet created shall o'er read.
And tongues to be your being shall rehearse
When all the breathers of this world are dead
You still shall live - such virtue hath my pen --
Where breath most breathes, even in the mouths of men.
William Shakespeare
This is a LOVE STORY
"For the madness, for the brutality...I can see all the see in the world. And I mat well hate that sin, but never the sinner."
John Logan, "Clarence Darrow; Never the Sinner"
John Logan wrote:
Leopold and Loeb were human beings. Just like the rest of us. They were tormented. They were brutal. They lacked any true moral, ethical compass. They could not find their way in our sunlit world, so they embraced darkenss. In that darkness, they had each other.
The real provcation of Leopold and Loeb is that we all could, given some unkind twist of fate and character be them. We have all loved someone too much. We have all had our hearts broken. We all wanted to prove our everlasting devotion. We have all looked quietly at our loved ones across the room and thought to ourselves:
"I'd die for you....I'd kill for you..."
