This will be a repository of semi-random and sometimes old items that may still be of interest.
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Saturday, 18 August 2001 |
London; two pence and none the richer Saturday, August 18, 2001 1:14 PM part one. laryn. -----------------# i got my passport the day before we left and then on thursday p[atrick picked me up and we went to bellingham to tie up a few loose ends \9like deposit my check, etc. and buy some stuff at \REI. on the way home we realized how suspicious we looked because the back seat was loaded with stuff and including my pack and gear, and she asked us where we were from and i said that i had lived in bellingham for a few years, and pat was recently in abbotsford, though we don't really live anywhere cause we're going to london tonight |(had to sneak that in|) and then she asked who's car it was and i said my dad's, and she wanted the registration but it wasn't in the car because pat took it out when he thought the car broke down when really it just ran out of gas, so he explained that and she said, 'oh....kay.' and let us through. |
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Thursday, 03 February 2000 |
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by Edgar Allan Poe
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door-
Only this, and nothing more." |
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Monday, 31 January 2000 |
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by T.S.Eliot S'io credesse chc mia risposta fosse A persona che mai tornasse al mondo, Questa Gamma staria senza piu scosse. Ma perciocche giammai di questo fondo Non torno viva alcun, s'i'odo il vero, Senza tema d'infamia ti rispondo. |
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Monday, 31 January 2000 |
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by T. S. Eliot (1925)
I
We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
Our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Or rats' feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar |
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Monday, 31 January 2000 |
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by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
IN SEVEN PARTS
Facile credo, plures esse Naturas invisibiles quam visibiles in rerum
universitate. Sed horum omnium familiam quis nobis enarrabit ? et gradus et
cognationes et discrimina et singulorum munera ? Quid agunt ? quae loca
habitant ? Harum rerum notitiam semper ambivit ingenium humanum, nunquam
attigit. Juvat, interea, non diffiteor, quandoque in animo, tanquam in
tabul?, majoris et melioris mundi imaginem contemplari : ne mens assuefacta
hodiernae vitae minutiis se contrahat nimis, et tota subsidat in pusillas
cogitationes. Sed veritati interea invigilandum est, modusque servandus, ut
certa ab incertis, diem a nocte, distinguamus. - T. Burnet, Archaeol.
Phil., p. 68 (slightly edited by Coleridge).
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Saturday, 15 January 2000 |
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by Lewis Carroll (from Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There,
1872)
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
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