Eddie1
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I paraphrased this poem a long time ago...
So, it may not be so relevant now. Still, it was an expression of what was back then, and in some ways, it is nice to see the new marine (Torpilleur), Freaks - and even the Planetarium, Tellerium and Astrolabium pieces back in UN's line up today. Not sure if I should post this...but, I guess they have not gone into that good night.
I do think my love affair with UN is past now, except for the pieces I have. Hmm, apart from dreaming about the Freak S (or any of the other true freaks) - the one piece that has escaped me, and probably a bit unaffordable now. C'est la vie.
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Marine chronometers should burn and rave at close of day,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though “watch” men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no X’s on dials they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Telluriums, gently ticking, crying how bright
Their suns, moons and earths have danced in Schnyder’s bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild designs that caught and sang the sun in flight,
And X’s learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Oechslin, Gygax, who see with blinding sight
Freak out with visions, blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, Ulysse Nardin, on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with innovative freaks, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
