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Wed 4 Aug, 2004 04:30 pm
This morning I woke up with the gnomic utterance in my ears:
The Rubicon runs through August.
Do you suppose this is a general or a specific prognostication?
Or - fatty dinner last night?
dlowan--
Have you no soul? I might have ingested a bit of gristle....
Oh great Noddy Oracle, please accept my sacrifice of this Jane Austen novel.
Do ya think the Red Sox will take the wild card spot?
Boston's luck will continue, unabated.
Our Dear Wabbit produced a pip of a strophe not two years back, when she spoke of a dark and murky Rubicon . . .
. . . iacta allia est?
Yup, you stated with regard to the propect of pre-emptive war, that it was "a dark and murky Rubicon" which the United States was about to cross. I praised your turn of phrase then, and haven't forgot it.
By gum, and I was right!!!!
Water Right Laws must be different in Australia. I had No Idea that dlowan owned the Rubicon.
Perhaps her lease runs out at the end of August?
Summer's lease hath all too short a date...
as does winter's...
...and we're back to Time's Winged Chariot.
Will the Rubicon disappear in the deserts of Vast Eternity?
Eventually, yes. certainly - and all shall hurtle into the sun...
I don't know about the rest of you, but I prefer to think the Rubicon (and myself) will disappear in the desserts of Vast Eternity.
(My idea of Heaven and all that... :wink: )
Hmmmm - makes you think...
Endless acres of chocolate and whipped cream....fresh fruit and berries always in season....never a soggy pie crust--or endless acres of soggy pie crust.....
The Big Rock Candy Mountain?
And pastries. Don't forget pastries.
Eva--
I thought of row after row of home baked wonders and was drooling too enthusiastically to type.
I know what you mean, Noddy. Perhaps this low-carb diet is getting to me.
No. No. No. I will remain good.
Eva--
With your weight loss, you have more of a right to drool than I do. Obviously you've been deprived longer and more thoroughly.
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