<3.6.99> It could be spring, but snow descends instead. I feel like driving but the highway's closed. Time perhaps to pore through *The Tempest*
Some favorite lines:
Sebastian: Well, I am standing water.
Antonio: I'll teach you how to flow.
Sebastian: Do so. To ebb / Hereditary sloth instructs me.
* * *
Caliban: Sometime am I / All wound with adders, who with cloven tongues / Do hiss me into madness.
* * *
Sebastian: Now I will believe / That there are unicorns; that in Arabia / There is one tree, the phoenix' throne, one phoenix / At this hour reigning there.
Such thought-provoking times, these, snowbound and undirected. Hmmm...
My friend Steve wrote this on his web page: "I will be no worse off tomorrow unless I choose to be." Wise, wise.