I love thee, and it is my love that speaks...

ANTONIO
I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano;
A stage where every man must play a part,
And mine a sad one.

GRATIANO
Let me play the fool:
With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come,
And let my liver rather heat with wine
Than my heart cool with mortifying groans.
Why should a man, whose blood is warm within,
Sit like his grandsire cut in alabaster?
Sleep when he wakes and creep into the jaundice
By being peevish? I tell thee what, Antonio--
I love thee, and it is my love that speaks--
There are a sort of men whose visages
Do cream and mantle like a standing pond,
And do a wilful stillness entertain,
With purpose to be dress'd in an opinion
Of wisdom, gravity, profound conceit,
As who should say 'I am Sir Oracle,
And when I ope my lips let no dog bark!
'O my Antonio, I do know of these
That therefore only are reputed wise
For saying nothing; when, I am very sure,
If they should speak, would almost damn those ears,
Which, hearing them, would call their brothers fools.
I'll tell thee more of this another time:
But fish not, with this melancholy bait,
For this fool gudgeon, this opinion.
Come, good Lorenzo. Fare ye well awhile:
I'll end my exhortation after dinner.

God he's good, no?

Waiting patiently for a document I prepared in a rush for Wednesday noon to be reviewed so I can jump on the boat and get in-the-volved as long planned. And then, George's Island baby. A place much longed for and for years utterly unattainable. Not unlike another place I know of.

The 28th. And 283 days until St. Pat's. Rochelle Rochelle. What do you want me to say, to make it happen now? Just cueing up spool number 2 of Krapp's for recording. I'm sure there will be more to come. But in the mean time, a few words from our sponsor of this favorite of weekly days:

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