MOLE
9th February 2024
Photo Credit: Andrea Steidlinger (Getty Images), CANVA
QUOTATION
For vice repeated is like the wand’ring wind,
Blows dust in others eyes to spread itself;
And yet the end of all is bought thus dear:
The breath is gone and the sore eyes see clear
To stop the air would hurt them. The blind mole
casts copped hills towards heaven, to tell the Earth is thronged
By man’s oppression, and the poor worm doth die for ‘t.
PERICLES: Pericles, Act 1, Scene 1
