A complaint about the utter lack of street signs from about one hundred and fifty years ago. I hear you buddy. Rock, rock on.
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Griffin-upon-Avon
No one smiles in Westminster
I don't believe in it, anyway.
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October
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- I'm being Shakespeare for Halloween
- Epiphany! The Musical
- A Meditation
- 41/80???
- Alleys Yield Results
- Embarrasing Things Said to Important People
- Stiff Upper Lip
- A Beggar of My Own Spare Change
- Subtle Sympathies, Delightful Incongruity
- Buttsecks?
- Bedlam
- Nanci Griffith is my Porn
- Proof Positive
- The Wheat from the Chavs
- A Sea-Change
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- Preludes but no Nocturnes...
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Big Griffin, Little Ben
Dossier
- Traveler72
- A Synchronaut: jetting across the waves and flares of destiny - to wax high fantastical.
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No one smiles in Westminster
Quotables
Richard II:
This royal throne of kings, this scepter’d isle,
This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars,
This other Eden, demi-paradise,
This fortress built by Nature for herself
Against infection and the hand of war,
This happy breed of men, this little world,
This precious stone set in the silver sea,
Which serves it in the office of a wall,
Or as a moat defensive to a house,
Against the envy of less happier lands,
This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England,
This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings,
Fear’d by their breed and famous by their birth,
Renowned for their deeds as far from home,—
For Christian service and true chivalry,—
As is the sepulchre in stubborn Jewry
Of the world’s ransom, blessed Mary’s Son:
This land of such dear souls, this dear, dear land,
Dear for her reputation through the world,
Is now leas’d out,—I die pronouncing it,—
Like to a tenement, or pelting farm:
England, bound in with the triumphant sea,
Whose rocky shore beats back the envious siege
Of watery Neptune, is now bound in with shame,
With inky blots, and rotten parchment bonds:
That England, that was wont to conquer others,
Hath made a shameful conquest of itself.Sean Bye:
"British people will always make fun of your accent, but deep down they'll be jealous because you sound like a movie star."
T.S. Eliot:
"A people without history
Is not redeemed from time, for history is a pattern
Of timeless moments. So, while the light fails
On a winter's afternoon, in a secluded chapel
History is now and England."Ken Worrall:
"The only difference between the English and Americans are their perceptions of each other."
2 comments:
I wonder who this Foreigner was.
Obviously not English.
I read that same article doing the research for one of my papers.
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