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in reply to a message by Nanaea
Really, the timing was somewhat off sis :) I only hope you stick around more, or at least make more regular appearances; we may be trying to act cool, but our withdrawal symptoms are horrendous!
Brussels is a beautiful city, bad rap notwithstanding. Incredibly, it was sunny -- a pleasant change after 17 consecutive days of Athens rain. Though mainly on business, I did play some fun hookey. Visited a gallery you would have loved: a Belgian artist who paints dog (mostly terrier) faces on original 19th century portraits of members of the nobility. It was a howl :)
P.S. I may be king, but you rool!!!
Brussels is a beautiful city, bad rap notwithstanding. Incredibly, it was sunny -- a pleasant change after 17 consecutive days of Athens rain. Though mainly on business, I did play some fun hookey. Visited a gallery you would have loved: a Belgian artist who paints dog (mostly terrier) faces on original 19th century portraits of members of the nobility. It was a howl :)
P.S. I may be king, but you rool!!!
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My turn!
Find me a name, Pavlos! :)
THE SECOND COMING
W. B. Yeats
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
Find me a name, Pavlos! :)
THE SECOND COMING
W. B. Yeats
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
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Oooo, it's PERFECT! Fits me to a "T"! :)
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I'm grad you enjoyed it :) Here are the "Turboshag-Wu" alternatives I had up my sleeve, in case you were not happy:
# War Bugsthou
# Tuwa Hogrubs
# Wartbug Hous
# Sugarbut How
# Toughsaw Rub
# Boguswar Hut
# Ua Bugsworth
# Baugusworth
# Rawbugs Thou
# Whatsour Bug
# Boughtus War
# War Bugsthou
# Tuwa Hogrubs
# Wartbug Hous
# Sugarbut How
# Toughsaw Rub
# Boguswar Hut
# Ua Bugsworth
# Baugusworth
# Rawbugs Thou
# Whatsour Bug
# Boughtus War
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I like this one best! :)
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