Monthly Archives: October 2010

I am become a name;


(this is where i am staying for this stretch of my fieldwork)

I am become a name;
For always roaming with a hungry heart
Much have I seen and known –cities of men
And manners, climates, councils, governments,
Myself not least, but honoured of them all,–
And drunk delight of battle with my peers
Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy.
I am a part of all that I have met:
Yet all experience is an arch wherethrough
Gleams that untravelled world whose margin fades
For ever and for ever when I move.

-Alfred Lord Tennyson in Ulysses