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Westminster to Sloan Square glass, window, stained, light, background, church, pattern, abstract, cross, color, religion, mosaic, yellow, colorful, texture, red, style, interior, green, black, decorative, transparent, symbol, textured, design, vector, translucent, orange, cathedral, spectrum, blue, illustration, craftsmanship, chapel, creative, art, shapes, multicolored, lines, white, diagonals, form, irregular, amber, stained-glass, blocks, shape, catholic, christian, backdrop, square, architecture, bright, faith, violet, reflection, brown, concept, decoration, spirituality, religious, ornament, stained glass window, sky, pastel, decline, stylization, sunlight, worship, indigo, craft, image, sunrise, detail, sunset, jesus, artwork, backgrounds, spiritual, arts, colors, fragility, cover, clouds, illuminated, material, indoors, setting, beautiful, spirit, render, gothic, building, sea, christianity, element, holy, crucifix, arch, digital, circle, sacred, christ, pink, vertical, old, star, vibrant, lit, plant, cell, effect, god, divine, celebration, confession, confirmation, eucharist, leaves, colored, crown, culture, flowers, architectural, wall, spotlight, stained glass, the passion, illustrations, lead, anointing, baptism, believe, cartoon, traditional, rose, leaded, father, ornamental, catechist, belief, abbey, unclouded, altar, heritage, inside, indoor, sunny, ray, pray, peace, resurrection, flash, glow, monastery, norman, protection, pard, shade, shiny, toned, stain, opaque, line, curve, back, day, elegance, handmade, eps10, bible, sacraments, reconciliation, seven, sick, stole, son, priesthood, priest, marriage, liturgical, matrimony, orders, penance, symbolic, teaching, scilly, saint agnes, uk, blocks brown, antique, rural, isles, unction, theology, windows, anglican, england, hand, twine, water, field, grass, acute, sun, ocean, template, tracery, web, cloud, angle, broken, part, piece, purple, rainbow, imitation, glaze, contour, crack, decorate, example, technology, structure, convergence, diamond, flower, geometric, connect, communication, advert, ball, blindness, commerce, grilles, icon, round, set, sign, simple, precious, net, jewelry, mark, mesh, modern, sample, shell, artistic, close, closeup, decor, places, ideas, awe, buildings, concepts, defined, elements, gold, crucifixion, death, ethereal, execution, christians, catholicism, graphic, illumination, 3d, bricks, weave, wallpaper, ear, fabulous, fantastic, fantasy, dynamic, corn, substrate, tile, braid, computer, fractal, futuristic, scythe, spin, tongue, tress, plash, plait, generated, kaleidoscope, magical, pigtail, heavenly
UK Hadleigh Suffolk 2014 glass, window, stained, light, background, church, pattern, abstract, cross, color, religion, mosaic, yellow, colorful, texture, red, style, interior, green, black, decorative, transparent, symbol, textured, design, vector, translucent, orange, cathedral, spectrum, blue, illustration, craftsmanship, chapel, creative, art, shapes, multicolored, lines, white, diagonals, form, irregular, amber, stained-glass, blocks, shape, catholic, christian, backdrop, square, architecture, bright, faith, violet, reflection, brown, concept, decoration, spirituality, religious, ornament, stained glass window, sky, pastel, decline, stylization, sunlight, worship, indigo, craft, image, sunrise, detail, sunset, jesus, artwork, backgrounds, spiritual, arts, colors, fragility, cover, clouds, illuminated, material, indoors, setting, beautiful, spirit, render, gothic, building, sea, christianity, element, holy, crucifix, arch, digital, circle, sacred, christ, pink, vertical, old, star, vibrant, lit, plant, cell, effect, god, divine, celebration, confession, confirmation, eucharist, leaves, colored, crown, culture, flowers, architectural, wall, spotlight, stained glass, the passion, illustrations, lead, anointing, baptism, believe, cartoon, traditional, rose, leaded, father, ornamental, catechist, belief, abbey, unclouded, altar, heritage, inside, indoor, sunny, ray, pray, peace, resurrection, flash, glow, monastery, norman, protection, pard, shade, shiny, toned, stain, opaque, line, curve, back, day, elegance, handmade, eps10, bible, sacraments, reconciliation, seven, sick, stole, son, priesthood, priest, marriage, liturgical, matrimony, orders, penance, symbolic, teaching, scilly, saint agnes, uk, blocks brown, antique, rural, isles, unction, theology, windows, anglican, england, hand, twine, water, field, grass, acute, sun, ocean, template, tracery, web, cloud, angle, broken, part, piece, purple, rainbow, imitation, glaze, contour, crack, decorate, example, technology, structure, convergence, diamond, flower, geometric, connect, communication, advert, ball, blindness, commerce, grilles, icon, round, set, sign, simple, precious, net, jewelry, mark, mesh, modern, sample, shell, artistic, close, closeup, decor, places, ideas, awe, buildings, concepts, defined, elements, gold, crucifixion, death, ethereal, execution, christians, catholicism, graphic, illumination, 3d, bricks, weave, wallpaper, ear, fabulous, fantastic, fantasy, dynamic, corn, substrate, tile, braid, computer, fractal, futuristic, scythe, spin, tongue, tress, plash, plait, generated, kaleidoscope, magical, pigtail, heavenly
glass, window, stained, light, background, church, pattern, abstract, cross, color, religion, mosaic, yellow, colorful, texture, red, style, interior, green, black, decorative, transparent, symbol, textured, design, vector, translucent, orange, cathedral, spectrum, blue, illustration, craftsmanship, chapel, creative, art, shapes, multicolored, lines, white, diagonals, form, irregular, amber, stained-glass, blocks, shape, catholic, christian, backdrop, square, architecture, bright, faith, violet, reflection, brown, concept, decoration, spirituality, religious, ornament, stained glass window, sky, pastel, decline, stylization, sunlight, worship, indigo, craft, image, sunrise, detail, sunset, jesus, artwork, backgrounds, spiritual, arts, colors, fragility, cover, clouds, illuminated, material, indoors, setting, beautiful, spirit, render, gothic, building, sea, christianity, element, holy, crucifix, arch, digital, circle, sacred, christ, pink, vertical, old, star, vibrant, lit, plant, cell, effect, god, divine, celebration, confession, confirmation, eucharist, leaves, colored, crown, culture, flowers, architectural, wall, spotlight, stained glass, the passion, illustrations, lead, anointing, baptism, believe, cartoon, traditional, rose, leaded, father, ornamental, catechist, belief, abbey, unclouded, altar, heritage, inside, indoor, sunny, ray, pray, peace, resurrection, flash, glow, monastery, norman, protection, pard, shade, shiny, toned, stain, opaque, line, curve, back, day, elegance, handmade, eps10, bible, sacraments, reconciliation, seven, sick, stole, son, priesthood, priest, marriage, liturgical, matrimony, orders, penance, symbolic, teaching, scilly, saint agnes, uk, blocks brown, antique, rural, isles, unction, theology, windows, anglican, england, hand, twine, water, field, grass, acute, sun, ocean, template, tracery, web, cloud, angle, broken, part, piece, purple, rainbow, imitation, glaze, contour, crack, decorate, example, technology, structure, convergence, diamond, flower, geometric, connect, communication, advert, ball, blindness, commerce, grilles, icon, round, set, sign, simple, precious, net, jewelry, mark, mesh, modern, sample, shell, artistic, close, closeup, decor, places, ideas, awe, buildings, concepts, defined, elements, gold, crucifixion, death, ethereal, execution, christians, catholicism, graphic, illumination, 3d, bricks, weave, wallpaper, ear, fabulous, fantastic, fantasy, dynamic, corn, substrate, tile, braid, computer, fractal, futuristic, scythe, spin, tongue, tress, plash, plait, generated, kaleidoscope, magical, pigtail, heavenly
Westminster to Sloan Square glass, window, stained, light, background, church, pattern, abstract, cross, color, religion, mosaic, yellow, colorful, texture, red, style, interior, green, black, decorative, transparent, symbol, textured, design, vector, translucent, orange, cathedral, spectrum, blue, illustration, craftsmanship, chapel, creative, art, shapes, multicolored, lines, white, diagonals, form, irregular, amber, stained-glass, blocks, shape, catholic, christian, backdrop, square, architecture, bright, faith, violet, reflection, brown, concept, decoration, spirituality, religious, ornament, stained glass window, sky, pastel, decline, stylization, sunlight, worship, indigo, craft, image, sunrise, detail, sunset, jesus, artwork, backgrounds, spiritual, arts, colors, fragility, cover, clouds, illuminated, material, indoors, setting, beautiful, spirit, render, gothic, building, sea, christianity, element, holy, crucifix, arch, digital, circle, sacred, christ, pink, vertical, old, star, vibrant, lit, plant, cell, effect, god, divine, celebration, confession, confirmation, eucharist, leaves, colored, crown, culture, flowers, architectural, wall, spotlight, stained glass, the passion, illustrations, lead, anointing, baptism, believe, cartoon, traditional, rose, leaded, father, ornamental, catechist, belief, abbey, unclouded, altar, heritage, inside, indoor, sunny, ray, pray, peace, resurrection, flash, glow, monastery, norman, protection, pard, shade, shiny, toned, stain, opaque, line, curve, back, day, elegance, handmade, eps10, bible, sacraments, reconciliation, seven, sick, stole, son, priesthood, priest, marriage, liturgical, matrimony, orders, penance, symbolic, teaching, scilly, saint agnes, uk, blocks brown, antique, rural, isles, unction, theology, windows, anglican, england, hand, twine, water, field, grass, acute, sun, ocean, template, tracery, web, cloud, angle, broken, part, piece, purple, rainbow, imitation, glaze, contour, crack, decorate, example, technology, structure, convergence, diamond, flower, geometric, connect, communication, advert, ball, blindness, commerce, grilles, icon, round, set, sign, simple, precious, net, jewelry, mark, mesh, modern, sample, shell, artistic, close, closeup, decor, places, ideas, awe, buildings, concepts, defined, elements, gold, crucifixion, death, ethereal, execution, christians, catholicism, graphic, illumination, 3d, bricks, weave, wallpaper, ear, fabulous, fantastic, fantasy, dynamic, corn, substrate, tile, braid, computer, fractal, futuristic, scythe, spin, tongue, tress, plash, plait, generated, kaleidoscope, magical, pigtail, heavenly
Your eye is the lamp of your body. When your eye is unclouded, your whole body is full of light. But when your eye is evil, your body is full of darkness.
So be careful that the light in you isn’t darkness.
Found out a couple of days ago that my Flickr friend, Chris, had passed away. Such sad news.
We'd been friends on Flickr for nearly 6 years and even though we never met in real life, I knew other Flickr friends who had, and said what a lovely man he was. And as with several of my online friends, I felt like I knew him. He was always kind and supportive of my (and other people's) photos and he *always* gave me a heads up if he came across a Lewis Carroll-related photo, for my "Child of the Pure Unclouded Brow" group. Quite a few of the photos in there were thanks to Chris.
I wanted to take a photo in his memory but I've not been out with my camera for a few days and last night I was looking at his Flickr stream and through his favourites. He favourited a lot of beautiful photos and I felt honoured to see a few of mine in there. They seemed oddly out of place alongside some of the stunning shots but I was happy to see they were usually the pictures that I felt proud of.
Decided to cobble together some of my shots he'd faved, as a tribute and a thank you.
RIP Chris. I shall have a pint in your memory this weekend xxx
the Baptist Church at Sourthport making a clear claim they have a friend in heavenly places.
I wonder if on that Sunday the church sang the old Joseph Scriven and Charles Converse hymn "What a Friend we have in Jesus".
What a Friend we have in Jesus, all our sins and griefs to bear!
What a privilege to carry everything to God in prayer!
O what peace we often forfeit, O what needless pain we bear,
All because we do not carry everything to God in prayer.
Have we trials and temptations? Is there trouble anywhere?
We should never be discouraged; take it to the Lord in prayer.
Can we find a friend so faithful who will all our sorrows share?
Jesus knows our every weakness; take it to the Lord in prayer.
Are we weak and heavy laden, cumbered with a load of care?
Precious Savior, still our refuge, take it to the Lord in prayer.
Do your friends despise, forsake you? Take it to the Lord in prayer!
In His arms He’ll take and shield you; you will find a solace there.
Blessed Savior, Thou hast promised Thou wilt all our burdens bear
May we ever, Lord, be bringing all to Thee in earnest prayer.
Soon in glory bright unclouded there will be no need for prayer
Rapture, praise and endless worship will be our sweet portion there.
The partial eclipse as viewed through the colander that I took to Mound Prairie SNA (aka Botanical Valhalla). The weather changed drastically for the better from the prediction a couple of days before the eclipse. Sunshine when the eclipse began, clouds creeping in during it, pretty much the last half covered. The view through eclipse glasses was clear and vividly memorable, but you’ll just have to take my word for that. Birds did start calling and flying about oddly, then silence set in, and the darkening while the unclouded part of the sky remained blue was eerie. The botanizing was pretty good, too. More photos later. :)
Mound Prairie Scientific and Natural Area, Houston County, Minnesota. August 21, 2017, eclipse day.
UK Hadleigh Suffolk 2014 glass, window, stained, light, background, church, pattern, abstract, cross, color, religion, mosaic, yellow, colorful, texture, red, style, interior, green, black, decorative, transparent, symbol, textured, design, vector, translucent, orange, cathedral, spectrum, blue, illustration, craftsmanship, chapel, creative, art, shapes, multicolored, lines, white, diagonals, form, irregular, amber, stained-glass, blocks, shape, catholic, christian, backdrop, square, architecture, bright, faith, violet, reflection, brown, concept, decoration, spirituality, religious, ornament, stained glass window, sky, pastel, decline, stylization, sunlight, worship, indigo, craft, image, sunrise, detail, sunset, jesus, artwork, backgrounds, spiritual, arts, colors, fragility, cover, clouds, illuminated, material, indoors, setting, beautiful, spirit, render, gothic, building, sea, christianity, element, holy, crucifix, arch, digital, circle, sacred, christ, pink, vertical, old, star, vibrant, lit, plant, cell, effect, god, divine, celebration, confession, confirmation, eucharist, leaves, colored, crown, culture, flowers, architectural, wall, spotlight, stained glass, the passion, illustrations, lead, anointing, baptism, believe, cartoon, traditional, rose, leaded, father, ornamental, catechist, belief, abbey, unclouded, altar, heritage, inside, indoor, sunny, ray, pray, peace, resurrection, flash, glow, monastery, norman, protection, pard, shade, shiny, toned, stain, opaque, line, curve, back, day, elegance, handmade, eps10, bible, sacraments, reconciliation, seven, sick, stole, son, priesthood, priest, marriage, liturgical, matrimony, orders, penance, symbolic, teaching, scilly, saint agnes, uk, blocks brown, antique, rural, isles, unction, theology, windows, anglican, england, hand, twine, water, field, grass, acute, sun, ocean, template, tracery, web, cloud, angle, broken, part, piece, purple, rainbow, imitation, glaze, contour, crack, decorate, example, technology, structure, convergence, diamond, flower, geometric, connect, communication, advert, ball, blindness, commerce, grilles, icon, round, set, sign, simple, precious, net, jewelry, mark, mesh, modern, sample, shell, artistic, close, closeup, decor, places, ideas, awe, buildings, concepts, defined, elements, gold, crucifixion, death, ethereal, execution, christians, catholicism, graphic, illumination, 3d, bricks, weave, wallpaper, ear, fabulous, fantastic, fantasy, dynamic, corn, substrate, tile, braid, computer, fractal, futuristic, scythe, spin, tongue, tress, plash, plait, generated, kaleidoscope, magical, pigtail, heavenly
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"Once in a while it happens naturally – because it is your very nature to be free. So once in a while, in spite of you... seeing a sunset, suddenly you forget all your desires. You forget all lust, all hankering for pleasure. The sunset is so beautiful so overwhelming, that you forget the past and the future; only the present remains. You are so one with the moment, there is no observer and no observed. The observer becomes the observed. You are not separate from the sunset."
Osho
EMPTINESS
"For centuries emptiness has been condemned.
"Emptiness is beautiful.
"And the foolish people have been telling you. "The empty mind is the devil's workshop." The empty mind is God's workshop! The occupiedmind is the devil's workshop.
"But one has to be truly empty. Just being lazy does not mean that you are empty; not doing anything does not mean that you are empty. Thousands of thoughts are clamoring inside. You may be lazy on the outside, but inside much work is going on. Many walls are being created, new prisons are being prepared, so that when you get fed up with the old you can enter into the new. Old chains may break any time so you are creating new chains in case the old chains break; then you will feel very empty.
"Once in a while it happens naturally – because it is your very nature to be free. So once in a while, in spite of you... seeing a sunset, suddenly you forget all your desires. You forget all lust, all hankering for pleasure. The sunset is so beautiful so overwhelming, that you forget the past and the future; only the present remains. You are so one with the moment, there is no observer and no observed. The observer becomes the observed. You are not separate from the sunset.
"You are bridged; in such a communion you come into a clearing, and because of the clearing you feel joyous . But again you are back into the black hole for the simple reason that coming out into the clearing you need courage to remain in the empty sky.
"That's what I call sannyas.
"This courage I call sannyas – not escaping but coming into the clearing, seeing the sky unclouded, listening to the songs of the birds without distorting. And then again and again you are becoming more and more attuned with the emptiness and the joy of being empty. Slowly slowly, you see that emptiness is not just emptiness; it is fullness, but a fullness of which you have never been aware, a fullness of which you have never tasted.
"So in the beginning it looks empty; in the end it is full, totally full, overflowingly full. It is full of peace, it is full of silence, it is full of light."
Osho, The Dhammapada: The Way of the Buddha, Vol. 10, Talk #1
Shadows envelop me in my sleep. The colors from the day turn to blacks and grays. One thing fades into another.
Thoughts ramble on, getting mixed with dreams. Tossing turning, tossing turning.
Sleeping with eyes unclouded by the sights of this dreadful world.
Sweet dreams take over my mind and I see the happiest days of my life. Smiles, laughter. Colors, bright and vibrant, everywhere. The feel of the sun on my skin and a cool breeze going through my hair.
Being twirled by your hand. Closing my eyes and feeling the music through the floorboards. Reverberating sounds that ring in my ears minutes after the music has stopped.
Your hands on my hips, swaying to the beat, arms in the air feeling the wet atmosphere above us. Rain dripping down everywhere.
Us drenched, dancing in the middle of the street. Beating, hearts, together.
All this in my mind's eye as I watch the shadows grow on my wall and turn into the monsters that I was scared of when I was little. Now they comfort me in my sleep.
Dark, shadows, growing. They wrap around me and I drift into the dark.
Me this morning as I was getting ready for school, half asleep and drowsy.
THE MOBY DICK PRINTS 1989-93
Stella turned to the novel Moby-Dick (1851) after watching Beluga whales a the Coney island aquarium. Over a period of twelve years—in a project that rivaled its literary source in magnitude—he created 266 works titled after the 135 chapters of Melville’s masterpiece. The Moby Dick project encompassed Stella’s entire artistic practice, including painted reliefs, freestanding sculptures, and four series of mixed-media printers of every-increasing technical complexity, each with its own distinct qualities and spatial arrangements: The Waves, Moby Dick Engravings, Moby Dick Domes, and Moby Dick Deckle Edges. These discrete bodies of work provide touchstones for exploring Stella’s pursuit of an ongoing language of abstraction.
The Funeral, , 1991
From the series Moby Dick Engravings
Etching aquatint, relief, and Carborundum on handmade paper
Publisher: Tyler Graphics, Mount Kisco, New York
Addison Gallery of American Art, Phillips Academy, Andover Massachusetts. Tyler Graphics Ltd. 1974-2001 Collection, given in honor of Frank Stella
The vast white headless phantom floats further and further from the ship, and every rod that it so floats, what seem like square roods of shark and cubic roods of fowls, augment the murderous din. For hours and hours from the almost stationary ship that hideous sight is seen. Beneath the unclouded and mild azure sky, upon the fair face of the pleasant sea, wafted by the joyous breezes, that great mass of death floats on and on, till lost in infinite perspectives.
Stubb and Flask Kill a Right Whale, 1991
From the series Moby Dick Engravings
Etching aquatint, relief, and Carborundum on handmade paper
Publisher: Tyler Graphics, Mount Kisco, New York
Collection of Rysia de Ravel d’Esclapon, Princeton
Suddenly in the distance, they saw a great heap of tumultuous white water, and soon after news came from aloft that one or both the boats must be fast. An interval passed and the boats were in plain sight, in the act of being dragged right towards the ship by the towing whale. So close did the monster come to the hull, that at first it seemed as if he meant it malice; but suddenly going down in a maelstrom, within three rods and planks, he wholly disappeared from view, as if diving under the keel.
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The second Cliff House. From Wikipedia, "The second Cliff House was built in 1863, and leased to Captain Junius G. Foster. It was a long trek from the city and hosted mostly horseback riders, small game hunters or picnickers on day outings. With the opening of the Point Lobos toll road a year later, the Cliff House became successful with the Carriage trade for Sunday travel. Later the builders of the toll road constructed a two mile speedway beside it where well-to-do San Franciscans raced their horses along the way. On weekends, there was little room at the Cliff House hitching racks for tethering the horses for the thousands of rigs. Soon, omnibus, railways and streetcar lines made it to near Lone Mountain where passengers transferred to stagecoach lines to the beach. The growth of Golden Gate Park attracted beach travelers, in search of meals and a look at the sea lions sunning themselves on Seal Rocks just off the cliffs, to visit the area."
Mark Twain wrote about his excursion to the Cliff House:
July 3, 1864
Early Rising, As Regards Excursions to the Cliff House
Early to bed, and early to rise,
Makes a man healthy, wealthy and wise
- Benjamin Franklin.
I don't see it.
- George Washington
Now both of these are high authorities - very high and respectable authorities - but I am with General Washington first, last, and all the time on this proposition.
Because I don't see it, either.
I have tried getting up early, and I have tried getting up late - and the latter agrees with me best. As for a man's growing any wiser, or any richer, or any healthier, by getting up early, I know it is not so; because I have got up early in the station-house many and many a time, and got poorer and poorer for the next half a day, in consequence, instead of richer and richer. And sometimes, on the same terms, I have seen the sun rise four times a week up there at Virginia, and so far from my growing healthier on account of it, I got to looking blue, and pulpy, and swelled, like a drowned man, and my relations grew alarmed and thought they were going to lose me. They entirely despaired of my recovery, at one time, and began to grieve for me as one whose days were numbered - whose fate was sealed - who was soon to pass away from them forever, and from the glad sunshine, and the birds, and the odorous flowers, and murmuring brooks, and whispering winds, and all the cheerful scenes of life, and go down into the dark and silent tomb - and they went forth sorrowing, and jumped a lot in the graveyard, and made up their minds to grin and bear it with that fortitude which is the true Christian's brightest ornament.
You observe that I have put a stronger test on the matter than even Benjamin Franklin contemplated, and yet it would not work. Therefore, how is a man to grow healthier, and wealthier, and wiser by going to bed early and getting up early, when he fails to accomplish these things even when he does not go to bed at all? And as far as becoming wiser is concerned, you might put all the wisdom I acquired in these experiments in your eye, without obstructing your vision any to speak of.
As I said before, my voice is with George Washington's on this question.
Another philosopher encourages the world to get up at sunrise because "it is the early bird that catches the worm."
It is a seductive proposition, and well calculated to trap the unsuspecting. But its attractions are all wasted on me, because I have no use for the worm. If I had, I would adopt the Unreliable's plan. He was much interested in this quaint proverb, and directed the powers of his great mind to its consideration for three or four consecutive hours. He was supposing a case. He was supposing, for instance, that he really wanted the worm - that the possession of the worm was actually necessary to his happiness - that he yearned for it and hankered after it, therefore, as much as a man could yearn for and hanker after a worm under such circumstances - and he was supposing, further, that he was opposed to getting up early in order to catch it (which was much the more plausible of the two suppositions). Well, at the end of three or four hours' profound meditation upon the subject, the Unreliable rose up and said: "If he were so anxious about the worm, and he couldn't get along without him, and he didn't want to get up early in the morning to catch him - why then, by George, he would just lay for him the night before!" I never would have thought of that. I looked at the youth, and said to myself, he is malicious, and dishonest, and unhandsome, and does not smell good - yet how quickly do these trivial demerits disappear in the shadow when the glare from his great intellect shines out above them!
I have always heard that the only time in the day that a trip to the Cliff House could be thoroughly enjoyed, was early in the morning; (and I suppose it might be as well to withhold an adverse impression while the flow-tide of public opinion continues to set in that direction.)
I tried it the other morning with Harry, the stock-broker, rising at 4 A. M., to delight in the following described things, to wit:
A road unencumbered by carriages, and free from wind and dust; a bracing atmosphere; the gorgeous spectacle of the sun in the dawn of his glory; the fresh perfume of flowers still damp with dew; a solitary drive on the beach while its smoothness was yet unmarred by wheel or hoof, and a vision of white sails glinting in the morning light far out at sea.
These were the considerations, and they seemed worthy a sacrifice of seven or eight hours' sleep.
We sat in the stable, and yawned, and gaped, and stretched, until the horse was hitched up, and then drove out into the bracing atmosphere. (When another early voyage is proposed to me, I want it understood that there is to be no bracing atmosphere in the programme. I can worry along without it.) In half an hour we were so thoroughly braced up with it that it was just a scratch that we were not frozen to death. Then the harness came unhitched, or got broken, or something, and I waxed colder and drowsier while Harry fixed it. I am not fastidious about clothes, but I am not used to wearing fragrant, sweaty horse-blankets, and not partial to them, either; I am not proud, though, when I am freezing, and I added the horse-blanket to my overcoats, and tried to wake up and feel warm and cheerful. It was useless, however - all my senses slumbered, and continued to slumber, save the sense of smell.
When my friend drove past suburban gardens and said the flowers never exhaled so sweet an odor before, in his experience, I dreamily but honestly endeavored to think so too, but in my secret soul I was conscious that they only smelled like horse-blankets. (When another early voyage is proposed to me, I want it understood that there is to be no "fresh perfume of flowers" in the programme, either. I do not enjoy it. My senses are not attuned to the flavor - there is too much horse about it and not enough eau de cologne.)
The wind was cold and benumbing, and blew with such force that we could hardly make headway against it. It came straight from the ocean, and I think there are ice-bergs out there somewhere. True, there was not much dust, because the gale blew it all to Oregon in two minutes; and by good fortune, it blew no gravel-stones, to speak of - only one, of any consequence, I believe - a three-cornered one - it struck me in the eye. I have it there yet. However, it does not matter - for the future I suppose I can manage to see tolerably well out of the other. (Still, when another early voyage is proposed to me, I want it understood that the dust is to be put in, and the gravel left out of the programme. I might want my other eye if I continue to hang on until my time comes; and besides, I shall not mind the dust much hereafter, because I have only got to shut one eye, now, when it is around.)
No, the road was not encumbered by carriages - we had it all to ourselves. I suppose the reason was, that most people do not like to enjoy themselves too much, and therefore they do not go out to the Cliff House in the cold and the fog, and the dread silence and solitude of four o'clock in the morning. They are right. The impressive solemnity of such a pleasure trip is only equalled by an excursion to Lone Mountain in a hearse. Whatever of advantage there may be in having that Cliff House road all to yourself, we had - but to my mind a greater advantage would lie in dividing it up in small sections among the entire community; because, in consequence of the repairs in progress on it just now, it is as rough as a corduroy bridge - (in a good many places,) and consequently the less you have of it, the happier you are likely to be, and the less shaken up and disarranged on the inside. (Wherefore, when another early voyage is proposed to me, I want it understood that the road is not to be unencumbered with carriages, but just the reverse - so that the balance of the people shall be made to stand their share of the jolting and the desperate lonesomeness of the thing.)
From the moment we left the stable, almost, the fog was so thick that we could scarcely see fifty yards behind or before, or overhead; and for a while, as we approached the Cliff House, we could not see the horse at all, and were obliged to steer by his ears, which stood up dimly out of the dense white mist that enveloped him. But for those friendly beacons, we must have been cast away and lost.
I have no opinion of a six-mile ride in the clouds; but if I ever have to take another, I want to leave the horse in the stable and go in a balloon. I shall prefer to go in the afternoon, also, when it is warm, so that I may gape, and yawn, and stretch, if I am drowsy, without disarranging my horse-blanket and letting in a blast of cold wind.
We could scarcely see the sportive seals out on the rocks, writhing and squirming like exaggerated maggots, and there was nothing soothing in their discordant barking, to a spirit so depressed as mine was.
Harry took a cocktail at the Cliff House, but I scorned such ineffectual stimulus; I yearned for fire, and there was none there; they were about to make one, but the bar-keeper looked altogether too cheerful for me - I could not bear his unnatural happiness in the midst of such a ghastly picture of fog, and damp, and frosty surf, and dreary solitude. I could not bear the sacrilegious presence of a pleasant face at such a time; it was too much like sprightliness at a funeral, and we fled from it down the smooth and vacant beach.
We had that all to ourselves, too, like the road - and I want it divided up, also, hereafter. We could not drive in the roaring surf and seem to float abroad on the foamy sea, as one is wont to do in the sunny afternoon, because the very thought of any of that icy-looking water splashing on you was enough to congeal your blood, almost. We saw no white-winged ships sailing away on the billowy ocean, with the pearly light of morning descending upon them like a benediction - "because the fog had the bulge on the pearly light," as the Unreliable observed when I mentioned it to him afterwards; and we saw not the sun in the dawn of his glory, for the same reason. Hill and beach, and sea and sun were all wrapped in a ghostly mantle of mist, and hidden from our mortal vision. [When another early voyage is proposed to me, I want it understood that the sun in his glory, and the morning light, and the ships at sea, and all that sort of thing are to be left out of the programme, so that when we fail to see them, we shall not be so infernally disappointed.]
We were human icicles when we got to the Ocean House, and there was no fire there, either. I banished all hope, then, and succumbed to despair; I went back on my religion, and sought surcease of sorrow in soothing blasphemy. I am sorry I did it, now, but it was a great comfort to me, then. We could have had breakfast at the Ocean House, but we did not want it; can statues of ice feel hunger? But we adjourned to a private room and ordered red-hot coffee, and it was a sort of balm to my troubled mind to observe that the man who brought it was as cold, and as silent, and as solemn as the grave itself. His gravity was so impressive, and so appropriate and becoming to the melancholy surroundings, that it won upon me and thawed out some of the better instincts of my nature, and I told him he might ask a blessing if he thought it would lighten him up any - because he looked as if he wanted to, very bad - but he only shook his head resignedly and sighed.
That coffee did the business for us. It was made by a master-artist, and it had not a fault; and the cream that came with it was so rich and thick that you could hardly have strained it through a wire fence. As the generous beverage flowed down our frigid throats, our blood grew warm again, our muscles relaxed, our torpid bodies awoke to life and feeling, anger and uncharitableness departed from us and we were cheerful once more. We got good cigars, also, at the Ocean House, and drove into town over a smooth road lighted by the sun and unclouded by fog.
Near the Jewish cemeteries we turned a corner too suddenly, and got upset, but sustained no damage, although the horse did what he honestly could to kick the buggy out of the State while we were grovelling in the sand. We went on down to the steamer, and while we were on board, the buggy was upset again by some outlaw, and an axle broken.
However, these little accidents, and all the deviltry and misfortune that preceded them, were only just and natural consequences of the absurd experiment of getting up at an hour in the morning when all God-fearing Christians ought to be in bed. I consider that the man who leaves his pillow, deliberately, at sunrise, is taking his life in his own hands, and he ought to feel proud if he don't have to put it down again at the coroner's office before dark.
Now, for that early trip, I am not any healthier or any wealthier than I was before, and only wiser in that I know a good deal better than to go and do it again. And as for all those notable advantages, such as the sun in the dawn of his glory, and the ships, and the perfume of the flowers, etc., etc., etc., I don't see them, any more than myself and Washington see the soundness of Benjamin Franklin's attractive little poem.
If you go to the Cliff House at any time after seven in the morning, you cannot fail to enjoy it - but never start out there before daylight, under the impression that you are going to have a pleasant time and come back insufferably healthier and wealthier and wiser than your betters on account of it. Because if you do you will miss your calculation, and it will keep you swearing about it right straight along for a week to get even again.
Put no trust in the benefits to accrue from early rising, as set forth by the infatuated Franklin - but stake the last cent of your substance on the judgment of old George Washington, the Father of his Country, who said "he couldn't see it."
And you hear me endorsing that sentiment.
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okay, i am going to say this right off the bat: I read my horoscope almost every day. now allow me to put this statement into context. i don't run my life by these mystic wordings of what your life will bring to you. but i have followed a couple of "advisors" for quite some time and have come to be amazed at how uncannyingly true these prophecies can be. to me, it is astounding how some person, gifted or not, can compile a projection to serve as guidance to ME yet still be generic enough for a mass of souls that have to number tens of thousands to glean some bit of truism from the words. now don't get me wrong, i am NOT some lost sheep in the field of life wandering and bleating along hoping some being greater than i will come down and shine a glorious golden beacon for me to amble along behind on a path to ultimate goodness. for me it is much the opposite, life has taught me that hard work and perseverence are the path to reward. you set stones in place as you go along creating your own path on this big old ball that we call Earth. using experience and wisdom gained on your way you carefully place these footfalls such that they will serve you the next time you pass this way. a lot of time these pavers are just thrown down willy-nilly with no regard as to whether they will be secure enough to be there whence you need them. thusly many people stumble through life and cannot figure out why "stuff" always happens to them. an old truism states that if you do the same thing the same way you most likely will achieve the same result, over and over. this can be good or bad. if you don't learn from your mistakes and their resultant bad forces that befall you, you are going to have a very difficult life. if however, you do chose to examine what really caused a particular situation and be honest to yourself as to your part in bringing some misfortune upon youself, you can have a profound effect on the results should the same or a similar situation present itself again. by putting the paving stone in a slightly different place you have created a whole new path to advance upon. sure, not many people can have the future vision to emphatically state this is where i should put the stone and this will create the perfect path for me. obviously there are so many differing forces that surround us everyday, many unseen and completely unknown to a person with an open mind; let alone the vast majority that trek along with a closed mind. all my life i have sought out a more spitiual life. of course in my younger years i didn't really know i WAS doing this. and of course when a moment of enlightenment would present itself, my youthful innocence and naivety would rebuke the useful information and i would chart a course otherwise to what was preposed as the best course. in time you learn; hopefully. how many times do you bump your head on a particular object in your path before you alter your course to avoid the painfull outcome? part of my lifelong growing spirituality has taught me that there are forces more powerful and yet invisible, flowing around each and every one of us. oh, to be able to tap into these swirling zones of energy and use them as guidance in our daily, weekly, monthly lives would almost be like having that glorious golden beacon splayed out around us such that the unseen would be illuminated. then we could see the bad and good and choose accordingly as to where to lay that next paving stone. as i stated earlier i have followed a couple of advisors along my path in this life. they have proven to me over time that they do in fact have some kind of ability to see these hidden forces and then put into words a sort of beacon for the unseeing to use. i cannot count how many times i have read a horosope and then had the exact situation play out in my life. of course i know that having read the words does create the sense of me looking for the moment to happen. the thing is i don't run my life by horosopes and for the most part just read, digest a bit then forget them in the course of a day. forget them until at some point in the day the exact thing that i read plays out before my eyes. instantly my mind goes back to the wordings and a Holy Crap! exclamation builds inside of me... that is EXACTLY what my horoscope said! again, blind dumb luck probably makes up the better part of this revelation and having planted the seed by reading the horoscope does tend to invalidate the goldenness of the light. but in the course of life how many times can these psychics who don't even know me, hit my daily path right on the head? here's one better....maybe i'll have not read my horoscope for a particular day (i'm not a fanatic) and then i'll go back and read it the next day and will sit amazed that again, what was described actually played itself out. uncanny. recently i had to do a complete factory restore on my daily-use computer due to a nasty virus finding its way into my system. i have been working my way at putting addresses of my favorite websites into the browser's Favorites section. during the course of this i came upon the website addresses of my usual horoscope pages. i decided to search for a couple more just to add to the consensus of information presented. so i read this different horoscope this morn and the person has assigned a song for me for the year. oh, here we go, is what i thought. there was a link to a YouTube video. what the heck, let me check out this farce. now this song was assigned to me, but also to a hundred thousand other Virgos. i decided to give it a listen. it is in German from an artist that isn't familiar to me. but the visual portion grabs me. i can't believe how closely tied these images are, as to where i am in my life right at this moment. uncanny. the music is almost Enya in style and is pleasing enough. i decided to translate the lyrics. again, my mindset right now was almost written out before me. uncanny. how i ask, how can this be? how can this person who doesn't have a clue about me or where i am in my life, be able to pull up this piece of music and say here... this is for you? questions, questions. anyway, i have decided to adopt this song as MY song for the year. also made a mental note to delve a bit deeper into this artist. so to sum things up...there used to be this astrologer who would come onto a somewhat local radio station years ago. the station was out of Boston, MA and was 104.1 WBCN - The Rock Of Boston. Charles Laquidara was the DJ host of a somewhat offbeat morning show called The Big Mattress. it lasted nearly 25 years. i shall not get into my feelings as to how time ruins soo many things. but at some point in the show Charles would go into the astrological forecast for the day. he would consult one Darrell Martinie who was a professional astrologer and would proceed to talk about the planets, the moon, and the stars and how they were in relation to each other and what the forces of such would create for that day. Venus retrograde means that blah, blah, blah. then he'd give the ratings for the day/night from 0 to 10 if you were going out, staying in, or working, and as i recall he often made a commentary pointing to how one should conduct themselves. myself and my friends would half heartedly apply his rating to our lives. i never investigated as to whether they actually panned out as he stated, and we lived our lives regardless. Darrell was dubbed The Cosmic Muffin and became quite a hit for the time he was doing his thing. it's a bit odd that i would be finding myself some 30 years later still remembering his closing line for each and every day... "It's a wise person who rules the stars, it's a fool who's ruled by them. Over and out." 5/365
the vid for anyone interested....
and the lyrics translated:
A beautiful day was given to us
such as there are not many
filled from pure joy
unclouded by worries
With songs which the lark sings
so the morning began
the sun gave golden splendor
the day it then began
A beautiful day full of harmony
is like a precious jewel
it illuminates you and calls out to you
“Today you should be happy.”
And what destiny brings to you also,
whatever may come always,
it stays with you, the memory,
about a beautiful day.
The second Cliff House. From Wikipedia, "The second Cliff House was built in 1863, and leased to Captain Junius G. Foster.[1][2] It was a long trek from the city and hosted mostly horseback riders, small game hunters or picnickers on day outings. With the opening of the Point Lobos toll road a year later, the Cliff House became successful with the Carriage trade for Sunday travel. Later the builders of the toll road constructed a two mile speedway beside it where well-to-do San Franciscans raced their horses along the way. On weekends, there was little room at the Cliff House hitching racks for tethering the horses for the thousands of rigs. Soon, omnibus, railways and streetcar lines made it to near Lone Mountain where passengers transferred to stagecoach lines to the beach. The growth of Golden Gate Park attracted beach travelers, in search of meals and a look at the sea lions sunning themselves on Seal Rocks just off the cliffs, to visit the area."
Mark Twain wrote about his excursion to the Cliff House:
July 3, 1864
Early Rising, As Regards Excursions to the Cliff House
Early to bed, and early to rise,
Makes a man healthy, wealthy and wise
- Benjamin Franklin.
I don't see it.
- George Washington
Now both of these are high authorities - very high and respectable authorities - but I am with General Washington first, last, and all the time on this proposition.
Because I don't see it, either.
I have tried getting up early, and I have tried getting up late - and the latter agrees with me best. As for a man's growing any wiser, or any richer, or any healthier, by getting up early, I know it is not so; because I have got up early in the station-house many and many a time, and got poorer and poorer for the next half a day, in consequence, instead of richer and richer. And sometimes, on the same terms, I have seen the sun rise four times a week up there at Virginia, and so far from my growing healthier on account of it, I got to looking blue, and pulpy, and swelled, like a drowned man, and my relations grew alarmed and thought they were going to lose me. They entirely despaired of my recovery, at one time, and began to grieve for me as one whose days were numbered - whose fate was sealed - who was soon to pass away from them forever, and from the glad sunshine, and the birds, and the odorous flowers, and murmuring brooks, and whispering winds, and all the cheerful scenes of life, and go down into the dark and silent tomb - and they went forth sorrowing, and jumped a lot in the graveyard, and made up their minds to grin and bear it with that fortitude which is the true Christian's brightest ornament.
You observe that I have put a stronger test on the matter than even Benjamin Franklin contemplated, and yet it would not work. Therefore, how is a man to grow healthier, and wealthier, and wiser by going to bed early and getting up early, when he fails to accomplish these things even when he does not go to bed at all? And as far as becoming wiser is concerned, you might put all the wisdom I acquired in these experiments in your eye, without obstructing your vision any to speak of.
As I said before, my voice is with George Washington's on this question.
Another philosopher encourages the world to get up at sunrise because "it is the early bird that catches the worm."
It is a seductive proposition, and well calculated to trap the unsuspecting. But its attractions are all wasted on me, because I have no use for the worm. If I had, I would adopt the Unreliable's plan. He was much interested in this quaint proverb, and directed the powers of his great mind to its consideration for three or four consecutive hours. He was supposing a case. He was supposing, for instance, that he really wanted the worm - that the possession of the worm was actually necessary to his happiness - that he yearned for it and hankered after it, therefore, as much as a man could yearn for and hanker after a worm under such circumstances - and he was supposing, further, that he was opposed to getting up early in order to catch it (which was much the more plausible of the two suppositions). Well, at the end of three or four hours' profound meditation upon the subject, the Unreliable rose up and said: "If he were so anxious about the worm, and he couldn't get along without him, and he didn't want to get up early in the morning to catch him - why then, by George, he would just lay for him the night before!" I never would have thought of that. I looked at the youth, and said to myself, he is malicious, and dishonest, and unhandsome, and does not smell good - yet how quickly do these trivial demerits disappear in the shadow when the glare from his great intellect shines out above them!
I have always heard that the only time in the day that a trip to the Cliff House could be thoroughly enjoyed, was early in the morning; (and I suppose it might be as well to withhold an adverse impression while the flow-tide of public opinion continues to set in that direction.)
I tried it the other morning with Harry, the stock-broker, rising at 4 A. M., to delight in the following described things, to wit:
A road unencumbered by carriages, and free from wind and dust; a bracing atmosphere; the gorgeous spectacle of the sun in the dawn of his glory; the fresh perfume of flowers still damp with dew; a solitary drive on the beach while its smoothness was yet unmarred by wheel or hoof, and a vision of white sails glinting in the morning light far out at sea.
These were the considerations, and they seemed worthy a sacrifice of seven or eight hours' sleep.
We sat in the stable, and yawned, and gaped, and stretched, until the horse was hitched up, and then drove out into the bracing atmosphere. (When another early voyage is proposed to me, I want it understood that there is to be no bracing atmosphere in the programme. I can worry along without it.) In half an hour we were so thoroughly braced up with it that it was just a scratch that we were not frozen to death. Then the harness came unshipped, or got broken, or something, and I waxed colder and drowsier while Harry fixed it. I am not fastidious about clothes, but I am not used to wearing fragrant, sweaty horse-blankets, and not partial to them, either; I am not proud, though, when I am freezing, and I added the horse-blanket to my overcoats, and tried to wake up and feel warm and cheerful. It was useless, however - all my senses slumbered, and continued to slumber, save the sense of smell.
When my friend drove past suburban gardens and said the flowers never exhaled so sweet an odor before, in his experience, I dreamily but honestly endeavored to think so too, but in my secret soul I was conscious that they only smelled like horse-blankets. (When another early voyage is proposed to me, I want it understood that there is to be no "fresh perfume of flowers" in the programme, either. I do not enjoy it. My senses are not attuned to the flavor - there is too much horse about it and not enough eau de cologne.)
The wind was cold and benumbing, and blew with such force that we could hardly make headway against it. It came straight from the ocean, and I think there are ice-bergs out there somewhere. True, there was not much dust, because the gale blew it all to Oregon in two minutes; and by good fortune, it blew no gravel-stones, to speak of - only one, of any consequence, I believe - a three-cornered one - it struck me in the eye. I have it there yet. However, it does not matter - for the future I suppose I can manage to see tolerably well out of the other. (Still, when another early voyage is proposed to me, I want it understood that the dust is to be put in, and the gravel left out of the programme. I might want my other eye if I continue to hang on until my time comes; and besides, I shall not mind the dust much hereafter, because I have only got to shut one eye, now, when it is around.)
No, the road was not encumbered by carriages - we had it all to ourselves. I suppose the reason was, that most people do not like to enjoy themselves too much, and therefore they do not go out to the Cliff House in the cold and the fog, and the dread silence and solitude of four o'clock in the morning. They are right. The impressive solemnity of such a pleasure trip is only equalled by an excursion to Lone Mountain in a hearse. Whatever of advantage there may be in having that Cliff House road all to yourself, we had - but to my mind a greater advantage would lie in dividing it up in small sections among the entire community; because, in consequence of the repairs in progress on it just now, it is as rough as a corduroy bridge - (in a good many places,) and consequently the less you have of it, the happier you are likely to be, and the less shaken up and disarranged on the inside. (Wherefore, when another early voyage is proposed to me, I want it understood that the road is not to be unencumbered with carriages, but just the reverse - so that the balance of the people shall be made to stand their share of the jolting and the desperate lonesomeness of the thing.)
From the moment we left the stable, almost, the fog was so thick that we could scarcely see fifty yards behind or before, or overhead; and for a while, as we approached the Cliff House, we could not see the horse at all, and were obliged to steer by his ears, which stood up dimly out of the dense white mist that enveloped him. But for those friendly beacons, we must have been cast away and lost.
I have no opinion of a six-mile ride in the clouds; but if I ever have to take another, I want to leave the horse in the stable and go in a balloon. I shall prefer to go in the afternoon, also, when it is warm, so that I may gape, and yawn, and stretch, if I am drowsy, without disarranging my horse-blanket and letting in a blast of cold wind.
We could scarcely see the sportive seals out on the rocks, writhing and squirming like exaggerated maggots, and there was nothing soothing in their discordant barking, to a spirit so depressed as mine was.
Harry took a cocktail at the Cliff House, but I scorned such ineffectual stimulus; I yearned for fire, and there was none there; they were about to make one, but the bar-keeper looked altogether too cheerful for me - I could not bear his unnatural happiness in the midst of such a ghastly picture of fog, and damp, and frosty surf, and dreary solitude. I could not bear the sacrilegious presence of a pleasant face at such a time; it was too much like sprightliness at a funeral, and we fled from it down the smooth and vacant beach.
We had that all to ourselves, too, like the road - and I want it divided up, also, hereafter. We could not drive in the roaring surf and seem to float abroad on the foamy sea, as one is wont to do in the sunny afternoon, because the very thought of any of that icy-looking water splashing on you was enough to congeal your blood, almost. We saw no white-winged ships sailing away on the billowy ocean, with the pearly light of morning descending upon them like a benediction - "because the fog had the bulge on the pearly light," as the Unreliable observed when I mentioned it to him afterwards; and we saw not the sun in the dawn of his glory, for the same reason. Hill and beach, and sea and sun were all wrapped in a ghostly mantle of mist, and hidden from our mortal vision. [When another early voyage is proposed to me, I want it understood that the sun in his glory, and the morning light, and the ships at sea, and all that sort of thing are to be left out of the programme, so that when we fail to see them, we shall not be so infernally disappointed.]
We were human icicles when we got to the Ocean House, and there was no fire there, either. I banished all hope, then, and succumbed to despair; I went back on my religion, and sought surcease of sorrow in soothing blasphemy. I am sorry I did it, now, but it was a great comfort to me, then. We could have had breakfast at the Ocean House, but we did not want it; can statues of ice feel hunger? But we adjourned to a private room and ordered red-hot coffee, and it was a sort of balm to my troubled mind to observe that the man who brought it was as cold, and as silent, and as solemn as the grave itself. His gravity was so impressive, and so appropriate and becoming to the melancholy surroundings, that it won upon me and thawed out some of the better instincts of my nature, and I told him he might ask a blessing if he thought it would lighten him up any - because he looked as if he wanted to, very bad - but he only shook his head resignedly and sighed.
That coffee did the business for us. It was made by a master-artist, and it had not a fault; and the cream that came with it was so rich and thick that you could hardly have strained it through a wire fence. As the generous beverage flowed down our frigid throats, our blood grew warm again, our muscles relaxed, our torpid bodies awoke to life and feeling, anger and uncharitableness departed from us and we were cheerful once more. We got good cigars, also, at the Ocean House, and drove into town over a smooth road lighted by the sun and unclouded by fog.
Near the Jewish cemeteries we turned a corner too suddenly, and got upset, but sustained no damage, although the horse did what he honestly could to kick the buggy out of the State while we were grovelling in the sand. We went on down to the steamer, and while we were on board, the buggy was upset again by some outlaw, and an axle broken.
However, these little accidents, and all the deviltry and misfortune that preceded them, were only just and natural consequences of the absurd experiment of getting up at an hour in the morning when all God-fearing Christians ought to be in bed. I consider that the man who leaves his pillow, deliberately, at sunrise, is taking his life in his own hands, and he ought to feel proud if he don't have to put it down again at the coroner's office before dark.
Now, for that early trip, I am not any healthier or any wealthier than I was before, and only wiser in that I know a good deal better than to go and do it again. And as for all those notable advantages, such as the sun in the dawn of his glory, and the ships, and the perfume of the flowers, etc., etc., etc., I don't see them, any more than myself and Washington see the soundness of Benjamin Franklin's attractive little poem.
If you go to the Cliff House at any time after seven in the morning, you cannot fail to enjoy it - but never start out there before daylight, under the impression that you are going to have a pleasant time and come back insufferably healthier and wealthier and wiser than your betters on account of it. Because if you do you will miss your calculation, and it will keep you swearing about it right straight along for a week to get even again.
Put no trust in the benefits to accrue from early rising, as set forth by the infatuated Franklin - but stake the last cent of your substance on the judgment of old George Washington, the Father of his Country, who said "he couldn't see it."
And you hear me endorsing that sentiment.
On either side the river lie
Long fields of barley and of rye,
That clothe the wold and meet the sky;
And through the field the road run by
To many-tower'd Camelot;
And up and down the people go,
Gazing where the lilies blow
Round an island there below,
The island of Shalott.
Willows whiten, aspens quiver,
Little breezes dusk and shiver
Through the wave that runs for ever
By the island in the river
Flowing down to Camelot.
Four grey walls, and four grey towers,
Overlook a space of flowers,
And the silent isle imbowers
The Lady of Shalott.
By the margin, willow veil'd,
Slide the heavy barges trail'd
By slow horses; and unhail'd
The shallop flitteth silken-sail'd
Skimming down to Camelot:
But who hath seen her wave her hand?
Or at the casement seen her stand?
Or is she known in all the land,
The Lady of Shalott?
Only reapers, reaping early,
In among the bearded barley
Hear a song that echoes cheerly
From the river winding clearly;
Down to tower'd Camelot;
And by the moon the reaper weary,
Piling sheaves in uplands airy,
Listening, whispers, " 'Tis the fairy
The Lady of Shalott."
There she weaves by night and day
A magic web with colours gay.
She has heard a whisper say,
A curse is on her if she stay
To look down to Camelot.
She knows not what the curse may be,
And so she weaveth steadily,
And little other care hath she,
The Lady of Shalott.
And moving through a mirror clear
That hangs before her all the year,
Shadows of the world appear.
There she sees the highway near
Winding down to Camelot;
There the river eddy whirls,
And there the surly village churls,
And the red cloaks of market girls
Pass onward from Shalott.
Sometimes a troop of damsels glad,
An abbot on an ambling pad,
Sometimes a curly shepherd lad,
Or long-hair'd page in crimson clad
Goes by to tower'd Camelot;
And sometimes through the mirror blue
The knights come riding two and two.
She hath no loyal Knight and true,
The Lady of Shalott.
But in her web she still delights
To weave the mirror's magic sights,
For often through the silent nights
A funeral, with plumes and lights
And music, went to Camelot;
Or when the Moon was overhead,
Came two young lovers lately wed.
"I am half sick of shadows," said
The Lady of Shalott.
A bow-shot from her bower-eaves,
He rode between the barley sheaves,
The sun came dazzling thro' the leaves,
And flamed upon the brazen greaves
Of bold Sir Lancelot.
A red-cross knight for ever kneel'd
To a lady in his shield,
That sparkled on the yellow field,
Beside remote Shalott.
The gemmy bridle glitter'd free,
Like to some branch of stars we see
Hung in the golden Galaxy.
The bridle bells rang merrily
As he rode down to Camelot:
And from his blazon'd baldric slung
A mighty silver bugle hung,
And as he rode his armor rung
Beside remote Shalott.
All in the blue unclouded weather
Thick-jewell'd shone the saddle-leather,
The helmet and the helmet-feather
Burn'd like one burning flame together,
As he rode down to Camelot.
As often thro' the purple night,
Below the starry clusters bright,
Some bearded meteor, burning bright,
Moves over still Shalott.
His broad clear brow in sunlight glow'd;
On burnish'd hooves his war-horse trode;
From underneath his helmet flow'd
His coal-black curls as on he rode,
As he rode down to Camelot.
From the bank and from the river
He flashed into the crystal mirror,
"Tirra lirra," by the river
Sang Sir Lancelot.
She left the web, she left the loom,
She made three paces through the room,
She saw the water-lily bloom,
She saw the helmet and the plume,
She look'd down to Camelot.
Out flew the web and floated wide;
The mirror crack'd from side to side;
"The curse is come upon me," cried
The Lady of Shalott.
In the stormy east-wind straining,
The pale yellow woods were waning,
The broad stream in his banks complaining.
Heavily the low sky raining
Over tower'd Camelot;
Down she came and found a boat
Beneath a willow left afloat,
And around about the prow she wrote
The Lady of Shalott.
And down the river's dim expanse
Like some bold seer in a trance,
Seeing all his own mischance --
With a glassy countenance
Did she look to Camelot.
And at the closing of the day
She loosed the chain, and down she lay;
The broad stream bore her far away,
The Lady of Shalott.
Lying, robed in snowy white
That loosely flew to left and right --
The leaves upon her falling light --
Thro' the noises of the night,
She floated down to Camelot:
And as the boat-head wound along
The willowy hills and fields among,
They heard her singing her last song,
The Lady of Shalott.
Heard a carol, mournful, holy,
Chanted loudly, chanted lowly,
Till her blood was frozen slowly,
And her eyes were darkened wholly,
Turn'd to tower'd Camelot.
For ere she reach'd upon the tide
The first house by the water-side,
Singing in her song she died,
The Lady of Shalott.
Under tower and balcony,
By garden-wall and gallery,
A gleaming shape she floated by,
Dead-pale between the houses high,
Silent into Camelot.
Out upon the wharfs they came,
Knight and Burgher, Lord and Dame,
And around the prow they read her name,
The Lady of Shalott.
Who is this? And what is here?
And in the lighted palace near
Died the sound of royal cheer;
And they crossed themselves for fear,
All the Knights at Camelot;
But Lancelot mused a little space
He said, "She has a lovely face;
God in his mercy lend her grace,
The Lady of Shalott."
Snowshoeing and cross country skiing
On either side the river lie
Long fields of barley and of rye,
That clothe the wold and meet the sky;
And thro' the field the road runs by
To many-tower'd Camelot;
And up and down the people go,
Gazing where the lilies blow
Round an island there below,
The island of Shalott.
Willows whiten, aspens quiver,
Little breezes dusk and shiver
Through the wave that runs for ever
By the island in the river
Flowing down to Camelot.
Four grey walls, and four grey towers,
Overlook a space of flowers,
And the silent isle imbowers
The Lady of Shalott.
By the margin, willow veil'd,
Slide the heavy barges trail'd
By slow horses; and unhail'd
The shallop flitteth silken-sail'd
Skimming down to Camelot:
But who hath seen her wave her hand?
Or at the casement seen her stand?
Or is she known in all the land,
The Lady of Shalott?
Only reapers, reaping early,
In among the bearded barley
Hear a song that echoes cheerly
From the river winding clearly;
Down to tower'd Camelot;
And by the moon the reaper weary,
Piling sheaves in uplands airy,
Listening, whispers, " 'Tis the fairy
Lady of Shalott."
There she weaves by night and day
A magic web with colours gay.
She has heard a whisper say,
A curse is on her if she stay
To look down to Camelot.
She knows not what the curse may be,
And so she weaveth steadily,
And little other care hath she,
The Lady of Shalott.
And moving through a mirror clear
That hangs before her all the year,
Shadows of the world appear.
There she sees the highway near
Winding down to Camelot;
There the river eddy whirls,
And there the surly village churls,
And the red cloaks of market girls
Pass onward from Shalott.
Sometimes a troop of damsels glad,
An abbot on an ambling pad,
Sometimes a curly shepherd lad,
Or long-hair'd page in crimson clad
Goes by to tower'd Camelot;
And sometimes through the mirror blue
The knights come riding two and two.
She hath no loyal Knight and true,
The Lady of Shalott.
But in her web she still delights
To weave the mirror's magic sights,
For often through the silent nights
A funeral, with plumes and lights
And music, went to Camelot;
Or when the Moon was overhead,
Came two young lovers lately wed.
"I am half sick of shadows," said
The Lady of Shalott.
A bow-shot from her bower-eaves,
He rode between the barley sheaves,
The sun came dazzling thro' the leaves,
And flamed upon the brazen greaves
Of bold Sir Lancelot.
A red-cross knight for ever kneel'd
To a lady in his shield,
That sparkled on the yellow field,
Beside remote Shalott.
The gemmy bridle glitter'd free,
Like to some branch of stars we see
Hung in the golden Galaxy.
The bridle bells rang merrily
As he rode down to Camelot:
And from his blazon'd baldric slung
A mighty silver bugle hung,
And as he rode his armor rung
Beside remote Shalott.
All in the blue unclouded weather
Thick-jewell'd shone the saddle-leather,
The helmet and the helmet-feather
Burn'd like one burning flame together,
As he rode down to Camelot.
As often thro' the purple night,
Below the starry clusters bright,
Some bearded meteor, burning bright,
Moves over still Shalott.
His broad clear brow in sunlight glow'd;
On burnish'd hooves his war-horse trode;
From underneath his helmet flow'd
His coal-black curls as on he rode,
As he rode down to Camelot.
From the bank and from the river
He flashed into the crystal mirror,
"Tirra lirra," by the river
Sang Sir Lancelot.
She left the web, she left the loom,
She made three paces through the room,
She saw the water-lily bloom,
She saw the helmet and the plume,
She look'd down to Camelot.
Out flew the web and floated wide;
The mirror crack'd from side to side;
"The curse is come upon me," cried
The Lady of Shalott.
In the stormy east-wind straining,
The pale yellow woods were waning,
The broad stream in his banks complaining.
Heavily the low sky raining
Over tower'd Camelot;
Down she came and found a boat
Beneath a willow left afloat,
And around about the prow she wrote
The Lady of Shalott.
And down the river's dim expanse
Like some bold seer in a trance,
Seeing all his own mischance --
With a glassy countenance
Did she look to Camelot.
And at the closing of the day
She loosed the chain, and down she lay;
The broad stream bore her far away,
The Lady of Shalott.
Lying, robed in snowy white
That loosely flew to left and right --
The leaves upon her falling light --
Thro' the noises of the night,
She floated down to Camelot:
And as the boat-head wound along
The willowy hills and fields among,
They heard her singing her last song,
The Lady of Shalott.
Heard a carol, mournful, holy,
Chanted loudly, chanted lowly,
Till her blood was frozen slowly,
And her eyes were darkened wholly,
Turn'd to tower'd Camelot.
For ere she reach'd upon the tide
The first house by the water-side,
Singing in her song she died,
The Lady of Shalott.
Under tower and balcony,
By garden-wall and gallery,
A gleaming shape she floated by,
Dead-pale between the houses high,
Silent into Camelot.
Out upon the wharfs they came,
Knight and Burgher, Lord and Dame,
And around the prow they read her name,
The Lady of Shalott.
Who is this? And what is here?
And in the lighted palace near
Died the sound of royal cheer;
And they crossed themselves for fear,
All the Knights at Camelot;
But Lancelot mused a little space
He said, "She has a lovely face;
God in his mercy lend her grace,
The Lady of Shalott."
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Painting: The Lady of Shalott by William Waterhouse
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Poem by Alfred Lord Tennyson
On either side the river lie
Long fields of barley and of rye,
That clothe the wold and meet the sky;
And thro' the field the road runs by
To many-tower'd Camelot;
And up and down the people go,
Gazing where the lilies blow
Round an island there below,
The island of Shalott.
Willows whiten, aspens quiver,
Little breezes dusk and shiver
Through the wave that runs for ever
By the island in the river
Flowing down to Camelot.
Four grey walls, and four grey towers,
Overlook a space of flowers,
And the silent isle imbowers
The Lady of Shalott.
By the margin, willow veil'd,
Slide the heavy barges trail'd
By slow horses; and unhail'd
The shallop flitteth silken-sail'd
Skimming down to Camelot:
But who hath seen her wave her hand?
Or at the casement seen her stand?
Or is she known in all the land,
The Lady of Shalott?
Only reapers, reaping early,
In among the bearded barley
Hear a song that echoes cheerly
From the river winding clearly;
Down to tower'd Camelot;
And by the moon the reaper weary,
Piling sheaves in uplands airy,
Listening, whispers, " 'Tis the fairy
Lady of Shalott."
There she weaves by night and day
A magic web with colours gay.
She has heard a whisper say,
A curse is on her if she stay
To look down to Camelot.
She knows not what the curse may be,
And so she weaveth steadily,
And little other care hath she,
The Lady of Shalott.
And moving through a mirror clear
That hangs before her all the year,
Shadows of the world appear.
There she sees the highway near
Winding down to Camelot;
There the river eddy whirls,
And there the surly village churls,
And the red cloaks of market girls
Pass onward from Shalott.
Sometimes a troop of damsels glad,
An abbot on an ambling pad,
Sometimes a curly shepherd lad,
Or long-hair'd page in crimson clad
Goes by to tower'd Camelot;
And sometimes through the mirror blue
The knights come riding two and two.
She hath no loyal Knight and true,
The Lady of Shalott.
But in her web she still delights
To weave the mirror's magic sights,
For often through the silent nights
A funeral, with plumes and lights
And music, went to Camelot;
Or when the Moon was overhead,
Came two young lovers lately wed.
"I am half sick of shadows," said
The Lady of Shalott.
A bow-shot from her bower-eaves,
He rode between the barley sheaves,
The sun came dazzling thro' the leaves,
And flamed upon the brazen greaves
Of bold Sir Lancelot.
A red-cross knight for ever kneel'd
To a lady in his shield,
That sparkled on the yellow field,
Beside remote Shalott.
The gemmy bridle glitter'd free,
Like to some branch of stars we see
Hung in the golden Galaxy.
The bridle bells rang merrily
As he rode down to Camelot:
And from his blazon'd baldric slung
A mighty silver bugle hung,
And as he rode his armor rung
Beside remote Shalott.
All in the blue unclouded weather
Thick-jewell'd shone the saddle-leather,
The helmet and the helmet-feather
Burn'd like one burning flame together,
As he rode down to Camelot.
As often thro' the purple night,
Below the starry clusters bright,
Some bearded meteor, burning bright,
Moves over still Shalott.
His broad clear brow in sunlight glow'd;
On burnish'd hooves his war-horse trode;
From underneath his helmet flow'd
His coal-black curls as on he rode,
As he rode down to Camelot.
From the bank and from the river
He flashed into the crystal mirror,
"Tirra lirra," by the river
Sang Sir Lancelot.
She left the web, she left the loom,
She made three paces through the room,
She saw the water-lily bloom,
She saw the helmet and the plume,
She look'd down to Camelot.
Out flew the web and floated wide;
The mirror crack'd from side to side;
"The curse is come upon me," cried
The Lady of Shalott.
In the stormy east-wind straining,
The pale yellow woods were waning,
The broad stream in his banks complaining.
Heavily the low sky raining
Over tower'd Camelot;
Down she came and found a boat
Beneath a willow left afloat,
And around about the prow she wrote
The Lady of Shalott.
And down the river's dim expanse
Like some bold seer in a trance,
Seeing all his own mischance --
With a glassy countenance
Did she look to Camelot.
And at the closing of the day
She loosed the chain, and down she lay;
The broad stream bore her far away,
The Lady of Shalott.
Lying, robed in snowy white
That loosely flew to left and right --
The leaves upon her falling light --
Thro' the noises of the night,
She floated down to Camelot:
And as the boat-head wound along
The willowy hills and fields among,
They heard her singing her last song,
The Lady of Shalott.
Heard a carol, mournful, holy,
Chanted loudly, chanted lowly,
Till her blood was frozen slowly,
And her eyes were darkened wholly,
Turn'd to tower'd Camelot.
For ere she reach'd upon the tide
The first house by the water-side,
Singing in her song she died,
The Lady of Shalott.
Under tower and balcony,
By garden-wall and gallery,
A gleaming shape she floated by,
Dead-pale between the houses high,
Silent into Camelot.
Out upon the wharfs they came,
Knight and Burgher, Lord and Dame,
And around the prow they read her name,
The Lady of Shalott.
Who is this? And what is here?
And in the lighted palace near
Died the sound of royal cheer;
And they crossed themselves for fear,
All the Knights at Camelot;
But Lancelot mused a little space
He said, "She has a lovely face;
God in his mercy lend her grace,
The Lady of Shalott."
This is the continuation of the current story featured in Tag! You're It - The Epic Adventures of Yotsuba.]
As Yotsuba and the rat reached where the Cat's Captors lived, they saw a little table set up. One cat sat at the head of the table with a ball of yarn. As they got closer, Yotsuba saw the table was filled with cakes, teapots, and even some sushi. She also saw her kitty. She ran towards her. The little cat spotted Yotsuba and leaped into her arms. She purred. "She was a lovely guest" said the cat at the head of the table. "What?" said Yotsuba with a confused look on her face. "You mean you didn't catnapp her?" The cat laughed. "Catnapped?" she asked still laughing. When she finished she replied, "Your kitty smelled my wonderful cakes and fish. When she found me, she asked if she could have some. I said yes, and the two of us had a great little tea party." "Then what about the letters?" asked Yotsuba. The cat smiled. "Me and her together ate a lot, I need more food!" "And what about my cousin?" shouted the rat. "He is here with me too." answered the cat. "Oh, thank goodness!" said the rat smiling. For the rest of the afternoon, the four had a wonderful party. When it was time to leave the rat decided to stay with the cat and his long lost cousin. As the sun set, Yotsuba and her kitty walked down the road. "Remind me next time to bring an extra tank of gas." said Yotsuba remembering her car. The kitty meowed.
THE END! :)
"You still don't understand what you're dealing with, do you?
Perfect organism. Its structural perfection is matched only by its hostility. I admire its purity. A survivor. Unclouded by conscious, remorse...or delusions of morality."
Speak of the North! A lonely moor
Silent and dark and tractless swells,
The waves of some wild streamlet pour
Hurriedly through its ferny dells.
Profoundly still the twilight air,
Lifeless the landscape; so we deem
Till like a phantom gliding near
A stag bends down to drink the stream.
And far away a mountain zone,
A cold, white waste of snow-drifts lies,
And one star, large and soft and lone,
Silently lights the unclouded skies.
. . . . . . . . . .
PINDARIC ODES
The First Olymipionique to Hiero of Syracus,
Victorious in the Horse-race (476 B.C.)
Each element to water yields;
And gold, like blazing fire by night.
Amidst the stores of wealth that builds
The mind aloft, is eminently bright:
But if, my soul, with fond desire
To sing of games thou dost aspire,
As thou by day canst not descry.
Through all the liquid waste of sky,
One burnished star, that like the sun does glow,
And cherish everything below,
So, my sweet soul, no toil divine.
In song, does like the Olympian shine:
Hence do the mighty poets raise
A hymn, of every tongue the praise,
The son of Saturn to resound,
When far, from every land, they come
To visit Hiero's regal dome.
Where peace, where plenty, is for ever found:
Lord of Sicilians fleecy plains,
He governs, righteous in his power,
And, all excelling while he reigns,
From every lovely virtue crops the flower;
In music, blossom of delight,
Divinely skilled, he cheers the night,
As we are wont, when friends design
To feast and wanton o'er their wine:
But from the wall the Dorian harp take down.
If Pisa, city of renown,
And if the fleet victorious steed
The boast of his unrivalled breed,
Heart-pleasing raptures did inspire,
And warm thy breast with sacred fire,
When late, on Alpheus' crowded shore,
Forth-springing quick, each nerve he strained,
The warning of the spur disdained,
And swift to victory his master bore,
The loved Syracusian, the prince of the course,
The king, who delights in the speed of the horse:
Great his glory, great his fame.
Throughout the land where Lydian Pelops came
To plant his men, a chosen race
A land the ocean does embrace,
Pelops, whom Neptune, ruler of the main,
Was known to love, when into life again,
From the reviving cauldron warm,
Clotho produced him whole, his shoulder-blade.
And its firm brawn, of shining ivory made:
But truth, unvarnished, oft neglected lies,
When fabled tales, invented to surprise.
In miracles mighty, have power to charm,
Where fictions, happily combined,
Deceive and captivate the mind:
Thus Poesy, harmonious spell,
The source of pleasures ever new.
With dignity does wonders tell;
And we, amazed, believe each wonder true.
Day after day, brings truth to light,
Unveiled, and manifest to sight:
But, of the blessed, those lips, which name
Foul deeds aloud, shall suffer blame.
Thee, son of Tantalus, my faithful song
Shall vindicate from every wrong,
The glories of thy house restore.
And bafle falsehoods told before:
Now, in his turn, thy fire prepared
A banquet; when the gods appeared
At Sipylus, his sweet abode,
To grace the due proportioned feast:
There, first, the trident-bearing guest
Beheld thy lovely form; and now, he glowed;
And now, his soul subdued by love,
Thee in his golden car he bore
Swift to the lofty towers of Jove,
Whose name the nations all around adore:
Thus Ganymede was caught on high,
To serve the power who rules the sky.
When thou no longer didst appear,
And those, who sought a pledge so dear.
Without thee to thy widowed mother came.
Some envious neighbor, to defame
Thy father's feast, a rumor spread,
The rumor through the country fled,
That thou, to heighten the repast,
Wast into seething water cast,
Fierce bubbling o'er the raging fire,
Thy limbs without compassion carved,
Thy sodden flesh in messes served,
To gorge the gods and a voracious fire:
But, in thought ever pure, shall I deem it amiss.
Vile gluttons to call the partakers of bliss;
Let me then refrain, and dread:
A curse hangs over the blasphemer’s head.
If they, who supervise and ward
The heavens, did ever show regard
To mortal man this Tantalus might boast,
Of mortal men that he was honored most:
But he not able to digest
The glut, the surfeit, of immortal joys,
One heinous forfeit all his bliss destroys:
For over him the godhead hung, in air,
A ponderous stone, a dreadful poise of care!
From his head to remove it, with terror oppressed,
In vain he tries, and seeks in vain
One cheerful moment to regain:
A life of woe, beyond relief,
His portion now; ordained before
To torments of a three-fold grief,
This fourth was added to complete his store,
Since, high presuming in his soul.
He nectar and ambrosia stole, no
To give to men; by which he knew
That, tasting, he immortal grew:
But he not man deceived: the gods reveal
What most we labor to conceal:
For this the powers, who deathless reign,
To earth sent down his son again.
To dwell with men, a short-lived race.
Whose sudden fate comes on apace.
His flowery age in all its pride,
When, o^er his chin, a blackening shade
Of down was cast, a vow he made.
Deep in his soul, to win the proffered bride
Hippodamia, boasted name.
From her great fire the Pisan proud.
Alone, by night, the lover came
Beside the hoary sea, and called aloud
On him who sways the triple spear,
And fills with din the deafened ear;
When, at his feet, the god arose:
Then Pelops, eager to disclose
His mighty care, Neptune, if thy mind
In love did ever pleasure find.
Let not CEnomaiis prevail,
And let his brazen javelin fail:
Oh! bear me hence, on wheels of speed,
To Elis, to the glorious meed:
To victory, Oh! whirl me, strait:
Since, after ten, and other three.
Bold suitors slain, yet still we see,
From year to year, the promised nuptials wait
"Of his daughter. No perilous toil can excite
The dastard in heart, who despairs of his might.
Since we all are bom to die.
Who, overcast, would in oblivion lie,
In unreputed age decay,
And meanly squander life away.
Cut off from every praise? Then let me dare
This conflict, in the dusty lists, to share;
And prosper thou my glowing wheels/*
Thus Pelops spoke; nor was his fervent prayer
Poured forth in fruitless words, to waste in air:
The deity his whole ambition grants;
Nor shining car, nor coursers, now he wants:
In the golden bright chariot new vigor he feels,
Exulting in the horses' feet,
Unwearied ever, ever fleet:
CEnomaiis, he triumphs o'er
Thy prowess, and, to share his bed.
Claims the bright maid; who to him bore
Six princely sons, to manly virtues bred.
Now, solemnized with steaming blood,
And pious rites, near Alpheus' flood
Intombed, he sleeps, where the altar stands.
That draws the vows of distant lands:
And round his tomb the circling racers strive:
And round the wheeling chariots drive.
In thy famed courses, Pelops, rise
The Olympian glories to the skies,
And shine afar: there we behold
The stretch of manhood, strenuous, bold,
In sore fatigues, and there the strife
Of winged feet. Thrice happy he,
Who overcomes! for he shall see
Unclouded days, and taste the sweets of life,
Thy boon, O victory! thy prize.
The good that, in a day obtained,
From day to day fresh joy supplies,
Is the supreme of bliss to man ordained:
But let me now the rider raise,
And crown him with AEolian lays,
The victor's due: and I confide,
Though every welcome guest were tried.
Not one, in all the concourse, would be found
For fairest knowledge more renowned.
Nor yet a master more to twine,
In lasting hymns, each wreathing line.
The guardian god, who watchful guides
Thy fortunes, Hiero, presides
O’er all thy cares with anxious powV:
And soon, if he does not deny
His needful aid, my hopes run high
To sing more pleasing, in the joyful hour,
On thy chariot, triumphant when thou shalt appear,
And fly o'er the course with a rapid career.
Tracing paths of language fair,
As I to Cronion's sunny mount repair.
Even now the muse prepares to raise.
Her growth, the strongest dart of praise,
For me to wield. Approved in other things.
To others rise, conspicuous: only Kings,
High mounting, on the summit fix:
There bound thy view, wide-spread, nor vainly try
Farther to stretch the prospect of thine eye:
Be, then, thy glorious lot to tread sublime,
With steady steps, the measured tract of time:
Be mine, with the prize-bearing worthies to mix,
In Greece, throughout the learned throng,
Proclaimed unrivalled in my song.
-- Pindar (522-443 B.C.); translated by Ambrose Philips
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On the upper level, above the Arcade concourse, stands a bronze statue of the former Poet Laureate Sir John Betjeman, gazing in apparent wonder at the Barlow roof. Designed by British sculptor Martin Jennings, the statue commemorates the poet's successful campaign to save the station from demolition in the 1960s. The 2-metre (6 ft 7 in)-high statue stands on a flat disc of Cumbrian slate inscribed with lines from Betjeman's poem Cornish Cliffs:
And in the shadowless unclouded glare / Deep blue above us fades to whiteness where / A misty sea-line meets the wash of air.
—John Betjeman, Cornish Cliffs,
St Pancras railway station, also known as London St Pancras and since 2007 as St Pancras International, is a central London railway terminus celebrated for its Victorian architecture. The Grade I listed building stands on Euston Road in St Pancras, London Borough of Camden, between the British Library, King's Cross station and the Regent's Canal. It was opened in 1868 by the Midland Railway as the southern terminus of that company's main line, which connected London with the East Midlands and Yorkshire. When it opened, the arched Barlow train shed was the largest single-span roof in the world.
After escaping planned demolition in the 1960s, the complex was renovated and expanded during the 2000s at a cost of £800 million with a ceremony attended by the Queen and extensive publicity introducing it as a public space. A security-sealed terminal area was constructed for Eurostar services to Continental Europe—via High Speed 1 and the Channel Tunnel—along with platforms for domestic connections to the north and south-east of England. The restored station has 15 platforms, a shopping centre and a bus station, and is served by London Underground services from King's Cross St Pancras tube station. St Pancras is owned by London and Continental Railways, along with the adjacent urban regeneration area known as King's Cross Central, and is one of eighteen British stations managed by Network Rail.The redeveloped terminus has been described by the travel writer Simon Calder as "the world's most wonderful railway station".
Wound around the column are details of the Roman Army in Dacia (Modern Romania)
William Wordsworth
THE PILLAR OF TRAJAN
These verses perhaps had better be transferred to the class of "Italian Poems." I had observed in the Newspaper, that the Pillar of Trajan was given as a subject for a prize-poem in English verse. I had a wish perhaps that my son, who was then an undergraduate at Oxford, should try his fortune, and I told him so; but he, not having been accustomed to write verse, wisely declined to enter on the task; whereupon I showed him these lines as a proof of what might, without difficulty, be done on such a subject.
WHERE towers are crushed, and unforbidden weeds
O'er mutilated arches shed their seeds;
And temples, doomed to milder change, unfold
A new magnificence that vies with old;
Firm in its pristine majesty hath stood
A votive Column, spared by fire and flood:--
And, though the passions of man's fretful race
Have never ceased to eddy round its base,
Not injured more by touch of meddling hands
Than a lone obelisk, 'mid Nubian sands,
Or aught in Syrian deserts left to save
From death the memory of the good and brave.
Historic figures round the shaft embost
Ascend, with lineaments in air not lost:
Still as he turns, the charmed spectator sees
Group winding after group with dream-like ease;
Triumphs in sunbright gratitude displayed,
Or softly stealing into modest shade.
--So, pleased with purple clusters to entwine
Some lofty elm-tree, mounts the daring vine;
The woodbine so, with spiral grace, and breathes
Wide-spreading odours from her flowery wreaths.
Borne by the Muse from rills in shepherds' ears
Murmuring but one smooth story for all years,
I gladly commune with the mind and heart
Of him who thus survives by classic art,
His actions witness, venerate his mien,
And study Trajan as by Pliny seen;
Behold how fought the Chief whose conquering sword
Stretched far as earth might own a single lord;
In the delight of moral prudence schooled,
How feelingly at home the Sovereign ruled;
Best of the good--in pagan faith allied
To more than Man, by virtue deified.
Memorial Pillar! 'mid the wrecks of Time
Preserve thy charge with confidence sublime--
The exultations, pomps, and cares of Rome,
Whence half the breathing world received its doom;
Things that recoil from language; that, if shown
By apter pencil, from the light had flown.
A Pontiff, Trajan 'here' the Gods implores,
'There' greets an Embassy from Indian shores;
Lo! he harangues his cohorts--'there' the storm
Of battle meets him in authentic form!
Unharnessed, naked, troops of Moorish horse
Sweep to the charge; more high, the Dacian force,
To hoof and finger mailed;--yet, high or low,
None bleed, and none lie prostrate but the foe;
In every Roman, through all turns of fate,
Is Roman dignity inviolate;
Spirit in him pre-eminent, who guides,
Supports, adorns, and over all presides;
Distinguished only by inherent state
From honoured Instruments that round him wait;
Rise as he may, his grandeur scorns the test
Of outward symbol, nor will deign to rest
On aught by which another is deprest.
--Alas! that One thus disciplined could toil
To enslave whole nations on their native soil;
So emulous of Macedonian fame,
That, when his age was measured with his aim,
He drooped, 'mid else unclouded victories,
And turned his eagles back with deep-drawn sighs:
O weakness of the Great! O folly of the Wise!
Where now the haughty Empire that was spread
With such fond hope? her very speech is dead;
Yet glorious Art the power of Time defies,
And Trajan still, through various enterprise,
Mounts, in this fine illusion, toward the skies:
Still are we present with the imperial Chief,
Nor cease to gaze upon the bold Relief
Till Rome, to silent marble unconfined,
Becomes with all her years a vision of the Mind.
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Tigers Eye Stone is a crystal with lovely bands of yellow-golden color through it. This is a powerful stone that aids harmony and balance, and helps you to release fear and anxiety.
It stimulates taking action, and helps you to make decisions with discernment and understanding, and unclouded by your emotions.
Traditionally it was carried as an amulet against curses or ill-wishing, and is known to give you courage, self confidence and strength of will. It enhances creativity and is one of the stones that aid kundalini awakening.
The largest numbers of Tiger Eye Stones are found in South Africa, but it also comes from Brazil, India, Burma, Western Australia and USA.
The meaning of this stones name relates to its resemblance to the eye of a tiger or cats eye. Its color is yellow brown to golden brown and it is very attractive with lovely bands of color through it.
It is a strong stone to aid you with all of the basic survival needs... and aids your ability to work through difficult times. It is known to aid the healing of broken bones, and it helps to enhance your strength when needed.
This is a stone that helps us to be more active, mentally as well as physically, and its major work is within the lower chakras. It will stimulate the base chakra, sacral chakra and the solar plexus chakra, where its energy has a very powerful effect.
The vibration of 'the will', which is the predominant energy of the solar plexus chakra, is strong within Tigers Eye Stone.
If you are an earthy person, and vibrate to the energy of the solar plexus... also known as the power chakra, you may find that this stone aids you to bring through a variety of psychic gifts.
It may aid you if you are earthy to develop your psychic powers when used at the third eye chakra, but it is not generally a third eye chakra stone.
It is as simple as keeping the stone within your aura, so it will be of benefit to you. It is the balance within the stone that is its most practical attribute.
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I was getting ready to make fun of this for completely missing the point, but maybe it's me that is missing the point here.
The branding on the side of it trots out the "flex fuel" hoo-hah that GM has been using to make the case that, because their gasoline cars can also run on ethanol-based E85 fuel, they're "hybrid", and "green." But then, [a] most cars can do that, so it's hardly an engineering achievement on GM's part so much as a rebranding one, and [b] it's far from clear that biofuels are a good idea anyway.
But actually, it turns out that there really is a gas-electric hybrid Tahoe, which I hadn't been aware of. And, arguably, it makes a heck of a lot more sense to upgrade poor-mileage cars to middling-mileage ones than it does to upgrade the middling ones to high-efficicency versions. Quoting Freakonomics: Buy an S.U.V., Save the Planet:
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We currently measure fuel economy in miles per gallon (m.p.g.), a number which is helpfully plastered in the window of every new car. However, less helpfully, m.p.g. is a very deceptive way of measuring fuel consumption. Here’s how it tricks us.
Consider the 2009 Toyota Prius, poster child for the environmental movement. The U.S.E.P.A. estimates the car gets an eye-popping combined highway/city 46 m.p.g. This is certainly an impressive achievement.
Compare this to one of those sinister S.U.V.’s that we greens love to hate, the 2009 Toyota RAV4 2WD. The Toyota is one of the more fuel-efficient non-hybrid S.U.V.’s on the market, but its combined m.p.g. is 24, which is well below the Prius’ 46. Ignoring the rebound effect (which I blogged about here), in a typical year (say, 12,500 miles of driving) the Prius uses 250 gallons less than the RAV4.
Now compare the RAV4 to the Land Rover Range Rover Sport. At 14 m.p.g., the Range Rover is a gas guzzler even by sport-ute standards. Let’s say we swap it for a RAV4. This would improve our m.p.g. from 14 to 24. This is an improvement, but it would certainly save less fuel than a switch from the RAV4 to the Prius, right?
Actually, no. In fact, upgrading the inefficient S.U.V. to a more efficient one would save a lot more fuel — 372 gallons per year — than the 250 gallons saved from the switch from an efficient S.U.V. to the most fuel-efficient car on the market.
Why does 10 m.p.g. matter more than 22? The reason is that the relationship between m.p.g and fuel savings is not linear but curvilinear. Ten m.p.g. at the bottom of the range matters a lot more than 22 m.p.g. higher up.
This is a hard concept for us to get our brains around. Richard B. Larrick and Jack B. Soll, reporting in Science (gated) found that only 1 percent of college students studied correctly perceived that an improvement from 14 to 24 m.p.g. saves considerably more fuel than an improvement from 24 to 46.
To give our brains a break, we might adopt a better way to look at fuel efficiency, aided by the manipulation of a mathematical tool in use in the Indus Valley almost 5,000 years ago — the unglamorous fraction.
The trick is one that even fourth-graders can master: invert the fraction. Let’s consider not miles per gallon but gallons per mile (or, to make the numbers prettier, gallons per hundred miles). By this metric, we get an unclouded picture: the Prius uses 2.17 gallons per hundred miles, the RAV4 uses 4.17, and the Range Rover uses 7.14.
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According to Wikipedia, the hybrid Tahoe can do 21 mpg in city driving, vs. 15 mpg for the gas version. That works out to about 4.54 gal/100mi for the hybrid, vs 6.67 gal/100mi for the gas version. It's not as good as the RAV4 on the hybrid version, nor as bad as the Range Rover on the gas version, but it was bad and it got better. That counts for something.
I still think we'd better off if these monstrosities just went away in the first place, but if we have to have them, we might as well get efficiencies where we can.
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Seen on @PriusMY, a Malaysian Prius news feed. No, I don't get it either, but thanks.
3D red/cyan anaglyph created from stereo card courtesy of The Huntington Library, San Marino, California.
Title: Funeral of Abraham Lincoln at the Vault
Date: May 04, 1865
Photographer: Ridgway Glover (1831–1866)
Notes: A description of the proceedings in Springfield from the Library of Congress digital newspaper collection:
The Cleveland Leader
Friday, May 5, 1865
FUNERAL OBSEQUIES.
SPRINGFIELD, ILL, May 4.
“Large numbers have continued to visit the former residence of the late President. It is being hung with mourning without, and tastefully decorated within. Large delegations from adjoining States and neighboring settlements have been arriving throughout the night, and many are unable to find accommodations. The weather is warm with an unclouded sky.
At 11 o’clock last night the ladies of the soldiers aid society laid upon the coffin a beautiful cross of evergreen, studded with rare flowers. Other similar tokens have been contributed. Today at noon twentv- one guns were fired, and afterwards single guns at intervals of ten minutes.
About noon the remains were brought from the state house and placed in the hearse which was from St. Louis, and was used in the funeral of Hon. Thomas H. Benton, Gen. Lyon and Governor Gamble.
The hearse was surmounted by a magnificent crown of flowers. Meanwhile a choir of hundreds of voices, accompanied by a brass band sang the hymn : “Children of the Heavenly King, Let us journey as we sing, from the portico of the Capitol…….
The hearse was followed by the horse formerly belonging to Abraham Lincoln, its body was covered with black cloth trimmed with silver fringe.
There were immense crowds of people in the vicinity of the Capitol to see the procession as it passed and persons for several miles occupied the side ways.
The procession arrived at Oak Ridge Cemetery at 1 o'clock. On the left of the vault in which the remains of the President and his son were deposited, was a platform on which singers and an instrumental band unitedly [?] and joined in chanting appropriate music, including a burial hymn by the deceased President’s pastor, Rev. Dr. Gurley. On the right was the speaker’s stand, appropriately draped with mourning……
…….The vault at this place is erected at the foot of a knoll in a beautiful and newly added part of the grounds, which contains forest trees of all varieties. It has a doric gable resting on pilastors; the main wall being rustic. The vault is about 15 feet high and about the same in width, with semi-circular wings of brick projecting from the hillside.
The material is limestone, procured at Joliett, Ill. Directly inside of the ponderous iron doors is an iron grating. The interior walls are covered with black velvet, dotted with evergreens. In the centre of the velvet is a foundation of brick capped with a marble slab, on which the coffin rests. The front of the vault is trimmed with evergreens.
The dead march in Saul was sung, accompanied by the band, as the remains were deposited. Thousands of persons were assembled at the cemetery before the arrival of the procession.
The scene was of solemnly intense interest and the landscape truly beautiful in the light of an unclouded sun. Religious exercises were, singing of a dirge, followed by reading of appropriate portions of the Scriptures and a prayer, after a hymn by the choir, Rev. Mr. Hubbard read the last inaugural of President Lincoln, next a dirage was sung by the choir, when Bishop Simpson delivered the funeral oration. It was in the highest degree eloquent and patriotic portions of it were applauded; then followed another hymn, when the Benediction was pronounced by the Rev. Dr. Gurley. The procession was then reformed and returned to the city….”
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This City Hall is the fourth in the city’s history. The first two were destroyed by fire, the third Renaissance one was erected in 1619. It was the City Hall that became the historical herald of the city’s fate. During a fierce storm on the 9th of July 1672 the lion-shaped weather vane came off the tower and fell down, facing East. The same year the city was under Turkish siege. The second time the weather vane came off was in 1704, just before Lviv was captured by the army of Swedish King Karl 1826 became a fatal year for the City Hall itself. At the very moment when a commission sitting in the City Hall was drawing up a report on the building’s reliability, the City Hall collapsed, burying eight citizens under its ruins.
Foundations of the new City Hall were laid in a year; its construction was finished in 1835. The construction cost an enormous amount of money for that time – half a million crowns. The new City Hall had 9 halls and 156 rooms. Apart from the magistrate it housed a school, a savings bank, municipal archives, and other establishments. The tower grew to a height of almost 65 metres, and a clock made in the workshop of the Viennese Polytechnic was mounted in it. The fate of the new City Hall was not unclouded either: during the revolution of 1848 as a result of artillery battering the tower caught fire and its dome fell. The building was renovated in 1851 in its current form: the City Hall tower, instead of being topped by a dome, was completed with the serrated edge of early medieval towers. A new clock, made in 1852 at the Viennese Stil Factory, has been performing its duty for Lvivites without fail for half a century; the tolling of its bells is an organic part of the city’s aura. If you reach the gallery of the City Hall right at the moment when the clock strikes and make a wish, it will certainly come true
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It lies not on the sunlit hill
Nor on the sunlit plain:
Nor ever on any running stream
Nor on the unclouded main-
But sometimes, through the Soul of Man,
Slow moving o'er his pain,
The moonlight of a perfect peace
Floods heart and brain.
poem by Fiona Macleod
Charles Dodgson (aka Lewis Carroll) died 114 years ago today. His writing had a huge impact on me as a child and I love his books still. In fact as an adult I have developed a bit of a Charles Dodgson obsession. It's amazing how many places have connections with him. He was one of those Victorian gentlemen who seemed to have the money and time to just travel around and visit interesting people and places all the time. How the other half live eh? :)
I have loads of different versions of the Alice in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass books. My latest version is a gothic take on the pictures (by the artist Camille Rose Garcia) which are a tad creepy and disturbing to be honest! My favourite illustrations are the original Sir John Tenniel ones, they are the pictures that captured my imagination when I was a little girl. I can't stomach the Disney ones at all. I've never even seen the Disney film and am pretty sure I never will.
When I was little I had the books on audio cassettes with a full cast and I used to dress up and act them out. The hookah-smoking caterpillar was always my favourite part. I was a bit of a weird kid I think :)
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