lucyamy

I bought a book called "The joy of the Piano".

I'm told it's really good, but I don't have anyone to turn the pages.

Here’s a Latin joke I got from Sandi Toksvig today:

Cicero was speaking in the Senate. One senator arrived very late, and slipped into his place.

He asked the senator next to him “What’s Cicero talking about today?”

“I don’t know.” the senator replied “He hasn’t got to the verb yet”.

The proof given earlier fails in one case. Where the task consists of: 'Saying "It's easier done than said"'. In that one special case, the task is self evidently easier done than said, and thus the proof fails.

I apologise for this most egregious and unforgivable error. Mea culpa.

Try assuming the opposite, "It's easier done than said", and you'll quickly see that it's easier said that "It's easier done than said" than it's done.

QED

@redberry

A girl whose beauty lights a darker way.

Whose roan tresses tumble, tincture gay,

And grace those shoulders, shaped as may

The beauteous form of elven fairy fay,

A dawn, Aurora, softly strives to say,

“Live me, this wond’rous winter day”,

Whilst flaming curls upon her bosom lay.

My girl, my friend, my labour’s pay.

On a Night in London

An amber glow gives shades of grey.

Cyclopean figures cast a tint

Of empty colour, in an empty street.

Where dark and vacant windows stare,

Autumnal trees their branches bare,

In quiet leaf-fall,

Indian Summer in London.

Distant traffic softly coos 'Life!'

Still, even now, someone lives,

And goes about their business.

But here? This cold, dark, starless place,

That...
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I love not life,
Yet life loves me.
In flowing fields of azure silk,
And winding lanes of leafy boughs
She holds me.


Cascading blooms of palest pink,
Imposing walls of granite slope
To waters green and yellow tinged.
The blood-red sun of ancients sink,
Where life's own sea
And love's sky meet -
So blue, last rays of gold,
Night's death is born.