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.
Of all the words I’ve read during my 76 years on Earth, I find it difficult to imagine a bit of verse more profound. And as a writer, I’m obviously aware of how difficult it is — as the rhyme by the Persian poet indicates — to unsay it.