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You know... I had an entry in mind..
Oct. 8th, 2003 08:38 amAnd then I went to look at my new Friendster testimonial.
So, my entry this morning will be it.
"Ah distinctly I remember It was in a bleak December And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Kat sat in a divan within my sitting room reading one of those new "novels" by that Austin woman. I was in my smoking jacket, ascot tied deftly about my neck, sipping brandy and reading a news-paper article about recent wars and hints of war in the far orient. It was just the two of us, silent, beside the dying fire, and no moment was ever so comfortable. She put down the book, then, and turned to me, her lips pursed in that subconscious moue that meant a serious thought was about to find utterance. "My dear," she said, "do you suppose the Prime Minister will call you to service?" The moment I had dreaded had arrived. I drew forth from my satchel the orders that had arrived just that very day. She cried in my arms and I knew I would hold that moment dear even should my dying breath leave me upon some field in a distant land. Such thought sustain me when all else seems bleak and meaningless. Vanity, said the Prophet, Vanity. All is Vanity. Yet the love of a good woman overshadows all."
Thanks Matt. That really made my morning in so many ways.
So, my entry this morning will be it.
"Ah distinctly I remember It was in a bleak December And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Kat sat in a divan within my sitting room reading one of those new "novels" by that Austin woman. I was in my smoking jacket, ascot tied deftly about my neck, sipping brandy and reading a news-paper article about recent wars and hints of war in the far orient. It was just the two of us, silent, beside the dying fire, and no moment was ever so comfortable. She put down the book, then, and turned to me, her lips pursed in that subconscious moue that meant a serious thought was about to find utterance. "My dear," she said, "do you suppose the Prime Minister will call you to service?" The moment I had dreaded had arrived. I drew forth from my satchel the orders that had arrived just that very day. She cried in my arms and I knew I would hold that moment dear even should my dying breath leave me upon some field in a distant land. Such thought sustain me when all else seems bleak and meaningless. Vanity, said the Prophet, Vanity. All is Vanity. Yet the love of a good woman overshadows all."
Thanks Matt. That really made my morning in so many ways.
