The Road Not Taken
A very good friend of mine made me discover this poem recently and I wanted to share it with you dear reader. Enjoy it.
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The Road Not Taken,
by Robert Frost (1874–1963).
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Fidèle à moi-même j’essaye encore d’optimiser mes voyages et notamment leur rapport qualité/prix. Cette semaine, je me suis attaqué aux petits-déjeuners, l’un des gros centres de profit des hôtels selon mes calculs. Généralement facturés au prix d’un bon dîner (~17€) pour un choix conséquent mais en inadéquation totale avec mes besoins (jus d’orange, pâtisserie ou céréales + fruit et café en option) j’ai décidé de m’en passer de jauger mes alternatives.
