COUNTESS "This young gentlewoman had a father,--O, that 'had'! how sad a passage 'tis!--whose skill was almost as great as his honesty; had it stretched so far, would have made nature immortal, and death should have play for lack of work." -Act I scene i, All's Well that Ends Well.
Night Four. A shame to leave, nice of the giraffes to come and say their goodbyes. Massages, Scotch, Arsenal, pool, Falls, food, even a memo to the Town of Mahone Bay and the addition onto the FNB bank account. What a dream. Long may life proceed accordingly. It takes effort and time and magic and good fortune, but oh the rewards.
And no shame or hesitation in saying that Mirriam’s God is great, Hitchens scepticism notwithstanding.
posted by grand_Panjandrum @ 9:18 AM
COUNTESS "This young gentlewoman had a father,--O, that 'had'! how sad a passage 'tis!--whose skill was almost as great as his honesty; had it stretched so far, would have made nature immortal, and death should have play for lack of work." -Act I scene i, All's Well that Ends Well.
So she went into the garden to cut a cabbage-leaf to make an apple-pie; and at the same time a great she-bear, coming up the street, pops its head into the shop. “What! No soap?” So he died, and she very imprudently married the barber; and there were present the Picninnies, and the Joblillies, and the Garyulies, and the grand Panjandrum himself, with the little round button at top, and they all fell to playing the game of catch as catch can till the gunpowder ran out at the heels of their boots.
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