neither hear nor theirs

so many wish to be kind
and understanding
so many wish to act educated
and knowing
so many use the word
as if they meant it

and too many believe it
when they hear

Charles Bukowski (via fishintheseatobirdsinthetree)

(Source: heather-lynnn)

Down here it was still the England I had known in my childhood: the railway-cuttings smothered in wild flowers, the deep meadows where the great shining horses browse and meditate, the slow-moving streams bordered by willows, the green bosoms of the elms, the larkspurs in the cottage gardens; and then the huge peaceful wilderness of other London, the barges on the miry river, the familiar streets, the posters telling of cricket matches and Royal weddings, the men in bowler hats, the pigeons in Trafalgar Square, the red buses, the blue policemen—all sleeping the deep, deep sleep of England, from which I sometimes fear that we shall never wake till we are jerked out of it by the roar of bombs.

George Orwell, Homage to Catalonia (thanks, jdmckay)

(submitted by yours truly)