When devils will the blackest sins put on

[Enter Roderigo.]

How now, Roderigo!

RODERIGO.
I do follow here in the chase, not like a hound that
hunts, but one that fills up the cry. My money is almost spent; I
have been to-night exceedingly well cudgelled; and I think
the issue will be--I shall have so much experience for my
pains: and so, with no money at all and a little more wit,
return again to Venice.

IAGO.
How poor are they that have not patience!
What wound did ever heal but by degrees?
Thou know'st we work by wit, and not by witchcraft;
And wit depends on dilatory time.
Does't not go well? Cassio hath beaten thee,
And thou, by that small hurt, hast cashier'd Cassio;
Though other things grow fair against the sun,
Yet fruits that blossom first will first be ripe:
Content thyself awhile.--By the mass, 'tis morning;
Pleasure and action make the hours seem short.--
Retire thee; go where thou art billeted:
Away, I say; thou shalt know more hereafter;
Nay, get thee gone.

[Exit Roderigo.]

Two things are to be done,--
My wife must move for Cassio to her mistress;
I'll set her on;
Myself the while to draw the Moor apart,
And bring him jump when he may Cassio find
Soliciting his wife. Ay, that's the way;
Dull not device by coldness and delay.

[Exit.]

Here we are again. Isn't it lovely? A tough and slightly perplexing week, although slight wonder yesternight at the perennial Horsepower blues. I still haven't unpacked the suitcase since returning Sunday night. Wednesday and Thursday both I had occasion to dine out on clients at the swankiest of joints. Wine and Halibut, Guinness and Oysters, Steak and Port. Followed by Scotch and a cigar to commemorate 89 years since the explosion, and to eavesdrop on random drunken conversations like Val's blowhard friends on biological victories and personal melancholy. An excellent tonic in overcoming that infernal question on that picture in the back of the Turf: "What Ales You That You Never Write?" I must remember to take a photo of that upon my return to the dreaming spires in February.

The ahead weekend is a welcome sight - though still much work to be done in the office. Tonight a dinner party through a political friend of a friend. Almost time to break out the corkscrews for another TFI Friday. Patience rewarded. Hoo-ah.