simple 'scapes (or, this gear)

Keys to the treasure - found. And I am not the first to puke in mine own porcelain bowl.

And more, Confidence in that note to boadly proclaim the Istanbul on monday hence. The refuge of the Universe. The tapping music of the steppes. Beauty.

I trust I missed my habitual last night. But fortune, as she lies, is a... Read on:


LAUNCELOT

Father, in. I cannot get a service, no; I have
ne'er a tongue in my head. Well, if any man in
Italy have a fairer table which doth offer to swear
upon a book, I shall have good fortune. Go to,
here's a simple line of life: here's a small trifle
of wives: alas, fifteen wives is nothing! eleven
widows and nine maids is a simple coming-in for one
man: and then to 'scape drowning thrice, and to be
in peril of my life with the edge of a feather-bed;
here are simple scapes. Well, if Fortune be a
woman, she's a good wench for this gear. Father,
come; I'll take my leave of the Jew in the twinkling of an eye.

Exeunt Launcelot and Old Gobbo