When I was a youngster my parents bought me a pair of braces to hold up my new trousers. Of course these were 'Trousers to grow into' and without such support I would have been running around bare arsed. The braces were blue and had pictures of planets and rockets and, in the box, was a genuine ticket to the Moon.
I know, because it said so.
Somewhere in a landfill site, many many years ago...
Sunday, 4 April 2010
A thought for a Sunday
"And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything".
I would probably agree with you Dave except for the phrase "exempt from public haunt".
Shakey is drawing a distinction between the courtly life of the rich or 'noble' and the pastoral.
I find it impossible to continue right now because I am listening to Milton's Paradise Lost and I can't hold Shakespeare and Milton in my head at the same time. Later...
I was with Will right up to the last bit; some people are plain wicked!
ReplyDeleteI would probably agree with you Dave except for the phrase "exempt from public haunt".
ReplyDeleteShakey is drawing a distinction between the courtly life of the rich or 'noble' and the pastoral.
I find it impossible to continue right now because I am listening to Milton's Paradise Lost and I can't hold Shakespeare and Milton in my head at the same time. Later...
As a wise child once said in repsonse to an exam question...
ReplyDelete"Milton wrote 'paradise lost' - then his wife died and he wrote 'paradise regained'"