26 March 2005
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18 March 2005
An Intriguing Question
"If it took a man a week to walk a fortnight, how long would it take to sandpaper an elephant into a greyhound?"
(Billy Bond, Limavady)
Any ideas?
17 March 2005
Some thoughts from Shelley
EXCERPT FROM:
Stanzas Written in Dejection Near Naples
by Percy Bysshe Shelley
3
Alas! I have nor hope nor health,
Nor peace within nor calm around,
Nor that content surpassing wealth
The sage in meditation found,
And walked with inward glory crowned -
Nor fame, nor power, nor love, nor leisure
Others I see whom these surround -
Smiling they live, and call life pleasure; -
To me that cup has been dealt in another measure.
4
Some might lament that I were cold,
Some might lament that I were cold,
As I, when this sweet day is done,
Which my lost heart, too soon grown old,
Insults with this untimely moan;
They might lament -for I am one
Whom men love not, -and yet regret,
Unlike this day which, when the sun
Shall on its stainless glory set,
Will linger, though enjoyed, like joy in memory yet.
5
Yet now despair itself is mild,
Yet now despair itself is mild,
Even as the winds and waters are;
I could lie down like a tired child,
And weep away the life of care
Which I have borne and yet must bear,
Till death like sleep might steal on me,
And I might feel in the warm air
My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea
Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony.