Mr. Unlucky’s Almanack

What cannot be undone?

One’s life, of course.

This was brought to mind when someone forwarded me a copy of a publication that was, for reasons not important here, republishing photos of me taken, within groups of others, from the 1980s. 

Of course, I immediately longed for my slender, younger, youthfully more optimistic (and more naive) version, but then a memory from the Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam flashed into memory.

It was a passage about "the moving hand," I thought, but I looked it up and here it is:

"The Moving Finger writes: and, having writ,
Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it."

As my Irish forebear would attest over pints at a pub, "Just so."

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