Intro.

My first thought is that of another--the poet Edna St. Vincent Millay...

First Fig

My candle burns at both ends;
 It will not last the night ;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends--
 It gives a lovely light!

I think I shall forgo sleep when I reach Lacoste.
There will be too many secrets to discover in
the Provencal valley.

But for now, there will be a few late nights of preparation.