March 24th, 2007
She had blown out the other candles, lit just the night stub at the bedside table and sat there, the Englishman’s body facing her in silence after the wildness of his drunken speeches. ‘Sometime a horse I’ll be, sometime a hound. A hog, a headless bear, sometime a fire.‘ She could hear the spill of the wax into the metal tray beside her. The sapper had gone through town to some reach of the hill where the explosion had taken place, and his un-necessary silence still angered her.
–The English Patient
I’ll follow you, I’ll lead you about a round,
Through bog, through bush, through brake, through brier:
Sometime a horse I’ll be, sometime a hound,
A hog, a headless bear, sometime a fire;
And neigh, and bark, and grunt, and roar, and burn,
Like horse, hound, hog, bear, fire, at every turn.
–Puck, A Midsummer Night’s Dream
March 31st, 2007 at 7:48 pm
thanks for all the tripod help, man! the only thing I don’t like about those is that they don’t have the adjusters for the camera angles. (poop!
) And they’re uber-expensive and I can’t afford shipping from britain. (again… poop).
I’LL BE LIVING IN ITALTY FOR A YEAR IN A COUPLE YEARS MAN!
March 31st, 2007 at 7:49 pm
erm… that’s ITALY!!!
XD