Author: Mike (81.198.70.---)
Date: 01-23-06 12:10
The former post was off topic and was removed as it was a violation of our
Great Books spirit.
These forums are being phased out & replaced. Join us at our new
registration-only forums at:
jollyrogerwest.com Great Books forums,
and booksliterature.com Great Books forums.
Please respect that these are Great Books sites. We far prefer
discussions along the following
Full many a glorious morning have I seen
Flatter the mountain tops with sovereign eye,
Kissing with golden face the meadows green,
Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy;
Anon permit the basest clouds to ride
With ugly rack on his celestial face,
And from the forlorn world his visage hide,
Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace:
Even so my sun one early morn did shine,
With all triumphant splendour on my brow;
But out! alack! he was but one hour mine,
The region cloud hath mask\'d him from me now.
Yet him for this my love no whit disdaineth;
Suns of the world may stain when heaven\'s sun staineth.
After about 20 years of marriage, I\'m finally starting to scratch the
surface of what women want. And I think the answer lies somewhere between
conversation and chocolate.
The Nobel is a ticket to one\'s own funeral. No one has ever done anything after he got it.
T. S. Eliot
Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could; some blunders and absurdities have crept in; forget them
as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day; you shall begin it serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your
old nonsense. --Ralph Waldo Emerson