Yon Pomegranate-Tree

For last eve's American Thanksgiving, I had my first pomegranate. Cutting it open, the juices ran like blood. Straining the seeds through water took time, but what a magnificent taste! I feel that I have started an annual tradition. So it was rather excellent to discover the fine literary history of the pomegranate. Both the fruit of the underworld and the fruit of paradise (aren't they the same? -ed.)

PAROLLES
This is hard and undeserved measure, my lord.

LAFEU
Go to, sir; you were beaten in Italy for picking a
kernel out of a pomegranate; you are a vagabond and
no true traveller: you are more saucy with lords
and honourable personages than the commission of your
birth and virtue gives you heraldry. You are not
worth another word, else I'd call you knave. I leave you.

Exit

PAROLLES
Good, very good; it is so then: good, very good;
let it be concealed awhile.

Rum and Cokes in Moncton tonight with the youngest sister, over her news from Hawaii and the Joel Plaskett CD I've got for her birthday. And then hopefully some amusing randomness into the late night hours. Pray for that, and for Gongshow's Sunday 26 m 385 y in Seattle. I trust he'll have better success than Pheidippides. Just keep thinking: In a little while... this hurt will hurt no more...