I just realized the tone of yesterday's post was a bit more pessimistic than I intended. When I started the essay, I wanted to conclude with one of my favorite Sophocles quotations.
But I forgot.
So here it is.
Sometimes one has to wait until the evening to see how glorious the day has been.
The author of Electra knew of what he wrote.
Or, better yet, the patron saint of expatriates -- T.S. Elliott:
Time you enjoyed wasting is not wasted time.