Metamorphose

METAMORPHOSE

I have of late, but wherefore I know not, lost all my mirth and indeed it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame the earth seems to me a sterile promontory; this most excellent canopy the air, look you, this mighty o'rehanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire; why, it appeareth nothing to me but a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours. What a piece of work is a man, how noble in reason, how infinite in faculties, how like an angel in apprehension, how like a God! The beauty of the world, paragon of animals; and yet to me, what is this quintessence of dusk. Man delights not me, no, nor women neither, nor women neither.

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Wednesday, July 01, 2009

Drinking the last remnants of a great bottle of scotch Rob gave to me on my 30th, I manage to capture a documentary of Bellini.

I cast a weary eye on my arm ... Happy New Year.

Cheers all

ps. I didn't win the 90 million.

LS at 7/01/2009 12:03:00 AM

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