Re: Roman to Greek translation request?
in reply to a message by Friends in Low Places...
Daividh old fruit, I am sincerely happy it was a false alarm. I firmly believe that one's spirit
directly affects one's wellbeing and health, and with a personality like yours you may well turn out immortal.
(I'll also put a good word in with the Fates for you). By some wierd coincidence I had a somewhat similar
excremental experience two weeks ago. I went through a mild pneumonia. The docs took a chest x-ray and
casually told me it appered I have a lymphoma in my lungs and arranged for a CAT-scan the next morning. I
to bed that night fearing death for the first time in my life. Thankfully it also turned out to be a false alarm.
And with sound Nanaea's medical advice (sambucca 'n' bubble bath) I am back in running order.
Anyways if you read this in time, have a Merry Chrismas and enjoy your family.
Pavlos
directly affects one's wellbeing and health, and with a personality like yours you may well turn out immortal.
(I'll also put a good word in with the Fates for you). By some wierd coincidence I had a somewhat similar
excremental experience two weeks ago. I went through a mild pneumonia. The docs took a chest x-ray and
casually told me it appered I have a lymphoma in my lungs and arranged for a CAT-scan the next morning. I
to bed that night fearing death for the first time in my life. Thankfully it also turned out to be a false alarm.
And with sound Nanaea's medical advice (sambucca 'n' bubble bath) I am back in running order.
Anyways if you read this in time, have a Merry Chrismas and enjoy your family.
Pavlos
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Thank you! And I'm delighted that yours too was a false alarm (which if nothing else, at least serve to keep us grounded in reality and an appreciation for the things we otherwise take for granted).
I hope you, Mrs. Che, and the Modem Monster all have a very Merry Christmas. May St. Nick (not the restaurant guy) finally leave the Elgin Marbles in your stocking!
(It's overdue, it's the right thing, and they deserve to be in a better neighbourhood than Tottenham Court Road and Great Russell St.)
I hope you, Mrs. Che, and the Modem Monster all have a very Merry Christmas. May St. Nick (not the restaurant guy) finally leave the Elgin Marbles in your stocking!
(It's overdue, it's the right thing, and they deserve to be in a better neighbourhood than Tottenham Court Road and Great Russell St.)
The Parthenon Marbles
Thanks old beast, the Parthenon Marbles are a matter of concern to most Greeks. For those who are not
up to date: during the 19th century (when Greeks were under the Ottoman yoke) an Englishman,
Lord Elgin, amputated several marbles from the Acropolis and shipped them to England.
These marbles beautifully depict historical events and ancient Gods. They are presently in a hall in the London
Museum which is rented out for receptions and cocktail parties. A crying shame. They were half destroyed
during the early 20th century when "experts" set to restore them using sandpaper. We all hope the English
government will do the right thing.
PS: Meriel, put in a good word!
Thanks old beast, the Parthenon Marbles are a matter of concern to most Greeks. For those who are not
up to date: during the 19th century (when Greeks were under the Ottoman yoke) an Englishman,
Lord Elgin, amputated several marbles from the Acropolis and shipped them to England.
These marbles beautifully depict historical events and ancient Gods. They are presently in a hall in the London
Museum which is rented out for receptions and cocktail parties. A crying shame. They were half destroyed
during the early 20th century when "experts" set to restore them using sandpaper. We all hope the English
government will do the right thing.
PS: Meriel, put in a good word!
The British government may be deaf to pleas to return the Elgin Marbles, but the pagan/literary community of Britain has been, for nearly two centuries, in vociferous support of their return. Lord Byron was perhaps the most outspoken about it, going so far as to have a public feud with Elgin, as well as write a poem about it:
Dull is the eye that will not weep to see
Thy walls defaced, thy mouldering shrines removed
By British hands, which it had best behoved
To guard those relics ne'er to be restored.
Curst be the hour when from their isle they roved,
And once again thy hapless bosom gored,
And snatch'd thy shrinking gods to northern climes abhorred!
Lord Byron was one of the greats. Anyone who'd raise a monument in memory of his deceased dog is okay in my books. :) It's a lovely memorial to Boatswain, too, at Newstead Abbey.
-- Nanaea
Dull is the eye that will not weep to see
Thy walls defaced, thy mouldering shrines removed
By British hands, which it had best behoved
To guard those relics ne'er to be restored.
Curst be the hour when from their isle they roved,
And once again thy hapless bosom gored,
And snatch'd thy shrinking gods to northern climes abhorred!
Lord Byron was one of the greats. Anyone who'd raise a monument in memory of his deceased dog is okay in my books. :) It's a lovely memorial to Boatswain, too, at Newstead Abbey.
-- Nanaea
I am sincerely touched.