Friday, August 04, 2006
Harriet Ford
...our adventuress, leaping across the same raging torrent just for fun before rescuing Dad and carrying him to safety in imitation of her pin up whose picture she has over her basket; it is also the case that we have reached the season of our discontent for the first time and are inclined to wander off looking wistful, wearing make up, and generally fooling around like all adolescents. Oh, cruel youth.
And youth is cruel, and has no remorse
And smiles at situations which it cannot see.
"I smile, of course, And go on drinking tea..
http://www.english.uiuc.edu/maps/poets/a_f/eliot/additional.htm
The river is very low despite the recent rains.
Labels:
dogs,
philosophy,
water
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Hi Spot, thanks for your comment, I totally agree with you! Greetings from Austria, Andrea
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