All our Discontents about what we want, appeared to me, to spring from the Want of Thankfulness for what we have. Robinson Crusoe  (1719)

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http://www.luminarium.org/eightlit/defoe/defoequotes.htm

Daryl Hine “Among Islands”

We are exiles everywhere we go,
Stranded upon the verandah, castaways
In the family living room, like Crusoe,
Or like Philoctetes, festering,
Having given away the Herculean bow,
With nothing to call our own except the wound.

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