Mark
Thanks for bringing up the issue of imperfection. I think we on this board have had some good discussions of this, going back many years. The main reason for my thanks, however, is that it reminds me of some of my earlier contributions to this issue using Browning's "Andrea del Sarto," as an exemplar, in particular:
"Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp, or what's a heaven for?"
Then, this too led me to finding my old college text of Browning's poems, and the re-reading of his so many precious poems and phrases. There are many missable moments in those 472 pages, but they only serve to highlight those moments that shine directly into the soul. For one example, click below:
http://www.victorianweb.org/authors/rb/toccata.htmlThat, in itself, makes Browning a "10" in my book.
My textbook also includes a number of expositions relating to Ruskin and his "Stones of Venice," including this poignancy:
"...no great man ever stops working till he has reached his point of failure; that is to say, his mind is always far in advance of his powers of execution, and the latter will now and then give way to trying to follow it......
Accept this for a universal law, that neither architecture nor any other noble work of man can be good unless it is imperfect."
One of the things about Dornoch which gives me the greatest pleasure is the joy I get from playing its most imperfect holes, the 7th and the 16th. Each is more interesting and complex than I will ever be able to fathom, even if I am lucky enough to play the course for another 31 years, and I learn something from these holes each and every time I play them.
Thanks again, Mark.
Rich