Random #86

All charming people, I fancy, are spoiled.

It is the secret of their attraction.’

– Oscar Wilde

The Auld Hoose

They were the glory days

Although we didn’t know it then

Oh, how I’d love to go back

And do it all again

With you

Random #74

‘… I have of late—but wherefore I know not—lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises, and indeed it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory; this most excellent canopy, the air—look you, this brave o’erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire—why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapors. What a piece of work is a man! How noble in reason, how infinite in faculty! In form and moving how express and admirable! In action how like an angel, in apprehension how like a god! The beauty of the world. The paragon of animals. And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust? Man delights not me. No, nor woman neither…’

Hamlet: Act II, Scene II
(or Withnail – your choice)

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