Saturday, April 29, 2006
I will tell you why, so shall my anticipation prevent your discovery
I have of late -- but wherefore I know not -- lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises. Indeed, it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapoures.
What a piece of work is man! How noble in reason! How infinite in faculty! In form and moving how express and admirable! In action how like an angel! In apprehension how like a god! The beauty of the world! The paragon of animals! And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust? Man delights not me: no, nor women neither, though by your smiling you seem to say so.
What a piece of work is man! How noble in reason! How infinite in faculty! In form and moving how express and admirable! In action how like an angel! In apprehension how like a god! The beauty of the world! The paragon of animals! And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust? Man delights not me: no, nor women neither, though by your smiling you seem to say so.
Wednesday, April 26, 2006
Peace be with you
It was about 2:30 AM when we decided to stop by the kebab van on Woodstock Road on our way back from the club. Kebab vans can be found on almost any street in Oxford from dinnertime until about four in the morning, constantly serving up kebab meat, chips with cheese, burgers and anything else your greasy heart would desire in the middle of the night.
We were chowing down on our food and chatting with the Moroccan-born crew of this particular van when a middle-aged man with grey hair and a moustache approached and said to the owner of the van, in a mid-western US accent, "As-salaam alaykum."
"Wa alaykum as-salaam," replied the owner.
"Well I don't actually speak Arabic," said the man. "You see I'm not a Muslim, I'm a Christian, but I love my Muslim brothers and sisters. Can I have two baked potatoes please?"
We were chowing down on our food and chatting with the Moroccan-born crew of this particular van when a middle-aged man with grey hair and a moustache approached and said to the owner of the van, in a mid-western US accent, "As-salaam alaykum."
"Wa alaykum as-salaam," replied the owner.
"Well I don't actually speak Arabic," said the man. "You see I'm not a Muslim, I'm a Christian, but I love my Muslim brothers and sisters. Can I have two baked potatoes please?"
