I did with you what I have done before with those I loved best: I showed them the bottom of the bag, and the acrid dust that rose from it made them choke.
" Only the Blessed of Lethe's dews may stoop to drink. And yet, Were their Elysium mine to lose, Could I - without repining - choose Life's sorrow to forget. " Walter de La Mare
Раз уж о питье, тогда, конечно, вот это вспоминается:
A little learning is a dangerous thing; Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring: There shallow draughts intoxicate the brain, And drinking largely sobers us again.
lethe
may stoop to drink. And yet,
Were their Elysium mine to lose,
Could I - without repining - choose
Life's sorrow to forget. "
Walter de La Mare
Re: lethe
Alexander Pope.