When I heard the learn'd astronomer,
When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me,
When I was shown the charts and diagrams, to add, divide,
and measure them,
When I sitting heard the astronomer where he lectured with
much applause in the lecture-room,
How soon unaccountable I became tired and sick,
Till rising and gliding out I wander'd off by myself,
In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time,
Look'd up in perfect silence at the stars. |
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
When I Heard the Learn'd Astronomer
Sunday, November 18, 2007
Treasure in My Chest or Bullet in My Chest? Ahhh... What's the Difference?
Since when does deceit come in the form of an atmosphere complete with its very own weather system and noxious gases?
If all that glisters is not gold, then I'm hoping all who lie are not liars. Unfortunately, we shall see.
Alas, calm seas don't make sailors...
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