Open up your Eager Eyes

Grand were the celebrations. And really only apparent last night how the ridiculous birthday of A. Keith is really only comparable with the festivities of one St. Patrick. With cold beer, his memory we did restore, most excellently. It is fortunate indeed that October Five serves as a fitting halfway point on the road to Emerald March.

It is also something, the knowledge that at any given moment you can fly anywhere Westjet does for about $50 roundtrip. Returning home last night, setting the alarm early to catch the shuttle bus was not wholly out of the realm of possibility. Be great in act, as you are in thought, as says the Bard and so glistens the sun on this merry Friday afternoon. Is there Rum and Coke to be had in the bars of Windsor? We shall soon find out, if Jack Bauer can make short work of the remaining hours left in the Playstation game.

KING JOHN
Would not my lords return to me again,
After they heard young Arthur was alive?

BASTARD
They found him dead and cast into the streets,
An empty casket, where the jewel of life
By some damn'd hand was robb'd and ta'en away.

KING JOHN
That villain Hubert told me he did live.

BASTARD
So, on my soul, he did, for aught he knew.
But wherefore do you droop? why look you sad?
Be great in act, as you have been in thought;
Let not the world see fear and sad distrust
Govern the motion of a kingly eye:
Be stirring as the time; be fire with fire;
Threaten the threatener and outface the brow
Of bragging horror: so shall inferior eyes,
That borrow their behaviors from the great,
Grow great by your example and put on
The dauntless spirit of resolution.
Away, and glister like the god of war,
When he intendeth to become the field:
Show boldness and aspiring confidence.
What, shall they seek the lion in his den,
And fright him there? and make him tremble there?
O, let it not be said: forage, and run
To meet displeasure farther from the doors,
And grapple with him ere he comes so nigh.