When souls all meek and morbid
Sit them down to do the deed
As deadlines fast approaching
And not so far away as night
Toll their dismal wail of doom
Throughout the sleeping campus
And we shudder.
No, actually. I don't shudder--I finished my paper. It's the dozens of frantic souls sitting behind me in the lab who are shuddering. They have 11.5 hours to complete their papers, for history class, no less, and most are still reading the book. They sigh, they groan. They thump their elbows upon the desk with their head in their hands.
It's a good feeling to be on the other side of that emotion, at long last. I finished my paper exactly 3 minutes ago, having lent it to no less that four illustrious personages for their perusal. I forgot to put page numbers on mine. Oops. Anyhow, they're all working so very hard and I feel pity and sorrow and pain for them, somewhere deep in this little heart of mine, because I know where they are. I've been there.
What is it with you and this peculiar habit of disseminating unflattering photos of your friends? Even when I'm not the one being embarrassed, do you really think I like looking at these things?
ReplyDeleteAnd don't complain; I have two articles to write for next week's Gadfly. A Contributing Editor's work is never done...
:-D
That is perhaps the best picture of that guy I've ever done seen. What's so unflattering about it?
ReplyDeleteThese pictures are certainly not for your particular edification, but the blogess'. If they were for your edification, or most sane people's they'd be of sheep, or theshepard or other such buccolic and or religious subjects, ;^).
You can both shut up now.
ReplyDeleteGo........quote Shakespeare someplace.
Uh, okay...
ReplyDeleteYou are well met, sir. You denied to fight with me this other day, because I was no gentleman born. See you these clothes? say you see them not and think me still no gentleman born: you were best say these robes are not gentlemen born: give me the lie, do, and try whether I am not now a gentleman born.... Ay, and have been so any time these four hours.
Oh, wait, did you mean someplace else?
I say!
ReplyDeleteTwelve points to the Educated Gentleman for taking the Literary Lady literally!
I am insanely jealous of all people who have already completed papers this semester, so I'm just here to issue you your vendetta. It's so much more fun to procrastinate from your homework when you're mafia, isn't it!
Wowie.
ReplyDeleteMark . . . full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.
ReplyDeleteShould a villain say so, the most replenish'd villain in the world, he were as much more villain: you, my [anonymous] lord, do but mistake.
ReplyDeleteShall I strike at it with my partisan?
ReplyDelete"Were I like thee, I'd throw away myself."
ReplyDeleteI can do you blood and love without the rhetoric
ReplyDeleteAnd I can do you blood and rhetoric without the love
And I can do you all three concurrent and consecutive,
But I simply can't do love and rhetoric without the blood!
It's all blood, don't you see?
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ReplyDeleteThere we are - demented children mincing about in clothes that no one ever wore, speaking as no man ever spoke, swearing love in wigs and rhymed couplets, killing each other with wooden swords, hollow protestations of faith hurled after empty promises of vengeance - and every gesture, every pose, vanishing into the thin unpopulated air. We ransomed our dignity to the clouds, and the uncomprehending birds listened.
ReplyDeleteDon't you see?! We're actors - we're the opposite of people!
I wish I was Carey Grant.
ReplyDeleteThis post is going to live into eternity, I just know it.
ReplyDeleteEternity. Now there's a frightening thought...where's it all going to end?
It's all right - I'm demonstrating the misuse of free speech. To prove that it exists.
ReplyDeleteThere is no choice involved. The bad end unhappily, the good unluckily.
ReplyDeleteHalf of what she said meant something else, and the other half didn't mean anything at all.
ReplyDeleteI can't quote any more from a play I have neither seen nor heard.
ReplyDeleteYou're slower than britches on a pair of monkeys. -From Shakespeare's apocryphal play, The 12th Tempest of a Midsummer's Evolution
ReplyDeleteThere must have been a moment, at the beginning, where we could have said "no." But somehow we missed it.
ReplyDeleteWell, we'll know better next time. Now you see me, now you -