Pursewarden dirá umas palavras:

«Aware of every discord, of every calamity in the nature of man himself, [the artist] can do nothing to warn his friends, to point, to cry out on time and to try to save them. It would be useless. For they are the deliberate factors of their own unhappiness. All the artist can say as an imperative is: 'Reflect and weep'.


Lawrence Durell, Balthazar (vol.II do Quarteto de Alexandria)

Isn't it ironic? Don't you think?



A perder até aos 15 minutos finais por um golo que não entrou. A ganhar porque bastou a Gerrard ser Gerrard, em 4 minutos.