15JUN2023 – Quote of the Day

THE OWL AND THE PUSSY-CAT.

I.

THE Owl and the Pussy-Cat went to sea⁠

⁠In a beautiful pea-green boat,

They took some honey, and plenty of money

Wrapped up in a five-pound note.

The Owl looked up to the stars above,

And sang to a small guitar,

“O lovely Pussy! O Pussy, my love,

What a beautiful Pussy you are,

⁠You are,

⁠You are!

What a beautiful Pussy you are!”

 

II.

Pussy said to the Owl, “You elegant fowl!

⁠How charmingly sweet you sing!

O let us be married! too long we have tarried:

⁠But what shall we do for a ring?”

They sailed away, for a year and a day,

⁠To the land where the Bong-tree grows

And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood

⁠With a ring at the end of his nose,

⁠His nose,

⁠His nose,

⁠With a ring at the end of his nose.

 

III.

“Dear pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling

Your ring?” Said the Piggy, “I will.”

So they took it away, and were married next day

⁠By the Turkey who lives on the hill.

They dinèd on mince, and slices of quince,

⁠Which they ate with a runcible spoon;

And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,

⁠They danced by the light of the moon,

⁠The moon,

⁠The moon,

⁠They danced by the light of the moon.

Edward Lear

13JUN2023 – Quote of the Day

The Atomic Age began at exactly 5.30 Mountain War Time on the morning of July 15, 1945, on a stretch of semi-desert land about 50 airline miles from Alamogordo, New Mexico. And just at that instance there rose from the bowels of the earth a light not of this world, the light of many suns in one. … At first it was a giant column that soon took the shape of a supramundane mushroom.

William L. Laurence on the first atomic explosion in New Mexico, 16 Jul 1945, New York Times (26 Sep 1945).

08JUN2023 – Quote of the Day

The Old Familiar Faces

 

I have had playmates, I have had companions,

In my days of childhood, in my joyful school-days,

All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.

 

I have been laughing, I have been carousing,

Drinking late, sitting late, with my bosom cronies,

All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.

 

I loved a Love once, fairest among women:

Closed are her doors on me, I must not see her –

All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.

 

I have a friend, a kinder friend has no man;

Like an ingrate, I left my friend abruptly;

Left him, to muse on the old familiar faces.

 

Ghost-like I paced round the haunts of my childhood,

Earth seem’d a desert I was bound to traverse,

Seeking to find the old familiar faces.

 

Friend of my bosom, thou more than a brother,

Why wert not thou born in my father’s dwelling?

So might we talk of the old familiar faces –

 

How some they have died, and some they have left me,

And some are taken from me; all are departed –

All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.

 

Charles Lamb