Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow!You cataracts and hurricanoes, spoutTill you have drench'd our steeples, drown'd the cocks!You sulphurous and thought-executing fires,Vaunt-couriers to oak-cleaving thunderbolts,Singe my white head! And thou, all-shaking thunder,Smite flat the thick rotundity o' the world!Crack nature's moulds, an germens spill at once,That make ingrateful man!King Lear,...
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Friday, July 24, 2009
Hail Albion: Where I Learned "Puppet on a String"
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Right after our annual July celebration of Independence from the King of England, I went to the old country for a few weeks. I had been at university in Southampton, but except for a long layover from Spain when I popped into London to see the Tate Modern, I had not been back since.When I came home...
Friday, July 3, 2009
Trainspotting Monty Python, et al
Inspector: I suggest you murdered your father for his seat reservation.Tony: I may have had the motive, Inspector, but I could not have done it, for I have only just arrived from Gillingham on the 8:13 and here's my restaurant car ticket to prove it.Jasmina: The 8:13 from Gillingham doesn't have a restaurant...
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