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My mother says she cries every time she sees Romeo and Juliet, and prays that this time, this time the priest will get through, the message will work, the lovers will be reunited. And how could you not cry knowing the end and listening to the young girl in love, unable to bear waiting for her man? Come, gentle night, come, loving, black-brow'd night, Give me my Romeo; and, when he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night And pay no worship to the garish sun. Act 3, Scene 2 SCENE II. Capulet's orchard. Enter JULIET JULIET Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds, Towards Phoebus' lodging: such a wagoner As Phaethon would whip you to the west, And bring in cloudy night immediately. Spread thy close curtain, love-performing night, That runaway's eyes may wink and Romeo Leap to these arms, untalk'd of and unseen. Lovers can see to do their amorous rites By their own beauties; or, if love be blind, It best agrees with night. Come, civil night, Thou sober-suited matron, all in black, And learn me how to lose a winning match, Play'd for a pair of stainless maidenhoods: Hood my unmann'd blood, bating in my cheeks, With thy black mantle; till strange love, grown bold, Think true love acted simple modesty. Come, night; come, Romeo; come, thou day in night; For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night Whiter than new snow on a raven's back. Come, gentle night, come, loving, black-brow'd night, Give me my Romeo; and, when he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night And pay no worship to the garish sun. O, I have bought the mansion of a love, But not possess'd it, and, though I am sold, Not yet enjoy'd: so tedious is this day As is the night before some festival To an impatient child that hath new robes And may not wear them. O, here comes my nurse, And she brings news; and every tongue that speaks But Romeo's name speaks heavenly

Thanks Ted, that was lovely. Here's some Yeats for you all, best accompanied by a splash of Scotch. The trees are in their autumn beauty, The woodland paths are dry, Under the October twilight the water Mirrors a still sky; Upon the brimming water among the stones Are nine-and-fifty Swans. The nineteenth autumn has come upon me Since I first made my count; I saw, before I had well finished, All suddenly mount And scatter wheeling in great broken rings Upon their clamorous wings. I have looked upon those brilliant creatures, And now my heart is sore. All's changed since I, hearing at twilight, The first time on this shore, The bell-beat of their wings above my head, Trod with a lighter tread. Unwearied still, lover by lover, They paddle in the cold Companionable streams or climb the air; Their hearts have not grown old; Passion or conquest, wander where they will, Attend upon them still. But now they drift on the still water, Mysterious, beautiful; Among what rushes will they build, By what lake's edge or pool Delight men's eyes when I awake some day To find they have flown away?

Ted Max Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > It's a right tear jerker, isn't it? > > (Always felt Alfie's Ulysses gives the missus > short thrift, though. Not to mention poor old > plodding Telemachus, who rather has to pick up the > pieces. Still, what a way to go.) Yes indeed - better than the rather odd story of having to go off until you find someone who thinks an oar is a scythe. Penelope rocks, but I never liked Telemachos, the whingeing pup.

Skidmarks - was just teasing, peace. Ted - of course even better if one could sail into the sunset alive to strive, to seek, to find.. this one's for you: There lies the port; the vessel puffs her sail; There gloom the dark, broad seas. My mariners, Souls that have toil'd, and wrought, and thought with me,-- That ever with a frolic welcome took The thunder and the sunshine, and opposed Free hearts, free foreheads,-- you and I are old; Old age hath yet his honor and his toil. Death closes all; but something ere the end, Some work of noble note, may yet be done, Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods. The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks; The long day wanes; the slow moon climbs; the deep Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends. 'T is not too late to seek a newer world. Push off, and sitting well in order smite The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths Of all the western stars, until I die. It may be that the gulfs will wash us down; It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles, And see the great Achilles, whom we knew. Tho' much is taken, much abides; and tho' We are not now that strength which in old days Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are,-- One equal temper of heroic hearts, Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.

Carbon footprint?! Oh really, only on the EDF.

Tell you what, Mike, I'll come to yours if you come to mine. Oh hang on..

Changing the subject, but wouldn't it be great to have a Viking funeral? I can just imagine the grieving crowd on the steep pebbly beach, an outgoing tide, calm glassy water in a deep blue dusk, and the high-prowed boat sailing out as the bright flames start to leap up and engulf the hull... Marvellously dramatic and final.

OK, now I get it. Thanks.

Yep, I think we can agree that there are creative ways around the problem, one of which is of course just not to give a toss. But I bet that Brendan manages to look quite cool and pulls it off, dammit!

Tony.London Suburbs Wrote: > Look at the benefits of having your every move > covered by millions of CCTV Cameras, your every > word scanned and approved by the relevant > Authorities. There are now zillions of people out > there studying your every gesture, every text, > every E-Mail and they have YOUR interests at > heart.Its not as if its a self-perpetuating > Industry, is it. Blimey, sounds like Admin must be pretty busy.

Then you're not entering the style stakes at all, and you are FREE, free as a bird! But doesn't mean we can't talk about it.

I think it works if you wear quite a trendy suit, and go for that overall look, with good accessories and canvas shoes or the like. But if you wear a classic suit/style you just look as though you've had a foot operation.

Edited to say this post crossed with RosieH's and yours. I'll leave it to stand, but apologies if it seemed as though I was attacking you when you'd already responded to her. ---------------------------------------------------- I assume that we can agree that 'You're very funny but not too clever or you?re a poor reader' which then escalated to 'Why not rear every thing two or three times then you might get it? could also try using your finger to point to each word one at a time that could work for you. Or Maybe you just need engage brain clear it ?shouldn?t be hard? then start reading without any preconcieved ideas about what you?d like to read. Ummmmmmmmmm Or were you trying to be funny again? Right over my head?. qualifies as attacking someone for being stupid. Your response is to say that you accuse them of being stupid 'when they don?t read what I have written...Stupidity and self-importance runs away with them'. I'd suggest that a more helpful response when you think someone has misinterpreted what you say is to engage with them. Remake your point in a different way. Query. Discuss. Going off on one just puts everyone on the defensive and bang! goes the chance of actually talking. Second, have you considered that the reason that people don't understand what you say is because of the way that you express it? I read your post from 2.38 yesterday and some of it seems confusing to me. For example "Parking in the borough is unreasonably restricted look at lordship lane there is plenty of room for parking and why are there no meters? Meters would stop all day parking!" So if the parking is already restricted, how do meters help make it less restricted? Meters would stop all-day parking? But you've just said you want the parking to be more restricted! But hey - maybe I'm just stupid. Why would you care about my opinion?

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzz. BBW is funny and smart, and generally I'm glad to see him on the forum. But to suggest that anyone who is 'other than bland' gets banned is nonsense. BBW said a lot of things that offended a lot of people - and I'd guess pretty deliberately - so what is Admin supposed to do, just ignore those people that complained?

thebeard Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Pig shit is runny n thin not thick, work that one > out ................................ > > > Why not rear every thing two or three times then > you might get it? could also try using your finger > to point to each word one at a time that could > work for you. > > Or > > Maybe you just need engage brain clear it > ?shouldn?t be hard? then start reading without any > preconcieved ideas about what you?d like to read. > > > Ummmmmmmmmm > > > Or were you trying to be funny again? > > Right over my head?. thebeard, why do you start accusing people who disagree with you of being stupid in these aggressive terms? I've seen you do it a couple of times now, and I just don't think it's helpful. Trying to keep an open mind on this one, and I'm happy to be proved wrong, but I'm getting the impression that you struggle to communicate with adults as equals.

RosieH Wrote: I have more of > an issue with the fine black tights - for that > there is no excuse. Oh poo, are they beyond the pale? But they're so slimming! and bare legs just aren't an option for some of us. Miaou...

Rubber dollies? I always thought you Catholics were a kinky lot.

What Anna and Sean said. I'm all for walking to the office in comfortable shoes before changing into heels for the day (and to my boss's bemusement have a stack of shoe boxes in his cupboard) but I've bought black ballet pumps for the purpose. White trainers over fine black tights are particularly weird-looking, and the thought of the sweat being generated between the two is a bit nauseating...

Steve! Work?!

Tom Selleck! Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. And did I say mmmmmmmmmmm?

Think Vince was responding to the point about whether people travel much.

"Well made Hats" chuckle

Happy birthday to you too TLS

Happy birthday *Bob*!