More Notes from the 18th and 19th Centuries and Back to Our Normal Programming
Posted Oct 02 2013 5:00pm
I cope by running to the hills with appropriate poetry. Here's some The world is too much with us The world is too much with us; late and soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers -- Little we see in Nature is ours; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon! This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for everything, we are out of tune; It moves us not. Great God! I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn. William Wordsworth (1770-1850)
And if you're tired of it all, the whole damn mess, I'll take you back to my regular programming. You can even lick the frosting from the bowl -- or my fingers. Take your pick.
First there was this
Then there was this
And then, this
And after, this Oh, and finally this If you're an old doddering fool, there's this