And he himself wander’d away alone,
No man knows whither. (Richard III, IV.iv)
Tentatively, I feel like my self-imposed exile might be over.
The wanderer returns …
Not ALL those who wander are lost. But I think I have been, for a while …
Not ALL those who wander are lost. But I think I have been, for a while …
And he himself wander’d away alone,
No man knows whither. (Richard III, IV.iv)
Tentatively, I feel like my self-imposed exile might be over.
The Boar's Head, Eastcheap 