Aeron Horizon: Over every drowsy thing - And buries them up quite - In a labyrinth of light

27 December 2006

Over every drowsy thing - And buries them up quite - In a labyrinth of light

My Daughter arrived yesterday.

My heart is happy.

I may not blog until the New Year (by the Gregorian Solar Calendar).

Peace

1 comment:

Loralee Choate said...: You deserve EVERY second of joy!!!
Have so much fun with the wee one and savor every second (I know you will); 12:58 PM

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Shakespearean Insults

Be put in a cauldron of lead and usurer's grease, amongst a whole million of cutpurses, and there boil like a gammon of bacon that will never be enough.
You starvelling, you eel-skin, you dried neat's-tongue, you bull's-pizzle, you stock-fish--O for breath to utter what is like thee!-you tailor's-yard, you sheath, you bow-case, you vile standing tuck!
Draw thy tool. My naked weapon is out.
O lilliterate loiterer!
[Thou art] open to incontinency.
Thou mangled hedge-born flax-wench!
Idol of idiot-worshippers!