“my beerdrunk soul is sadder than all the dead christmas trees of the world.”
New York (p. 15)
1980s, America (1986)
Context: Yet there is a certain solitude like no other - that of the man preparing his meal in public on a wall, or on the hood of his car, or along a fence, alone. You see that all the time here. It is the saddest sight in the world. Sadder than destitution, sadder than the beggar is the man who eats alone in public. Nothing more contradicts the laws of man or beast, for animals always do each other the honour of sharing or disputing each other’s food. He who eats alone is dead (but not he who drinks alone. Why is this?).
Awake, My Heart, to Be Loved http://www.poemhunter.com/p/m/poem.asp?poet=6639&poem=27759, l. 1-3.
Poetry
As quoted in What Type Am I? : Discover Who You Really Are (1998) by Renee Baron, p. 110
Source: The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
“Christians, awake! salute the happy morn,
Whereon the Saviour of mankind was born.”
A Hymn for Christmas Day (1750)
“When did morning ever break,
And find such beaming eyes awake?”
Fly not yet.
Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919)
