Friday, February 18, 2011

A Horse of That Colour

Surreal Zorses (here
MARIA: My purpose is, indeed, a horse of that colour....

For this night, to bed, and dream on the event. Farewell.


SIR TOBY BELCH: Good night, Penthesilea.

SIR ANDREW: Before me, she's a good wench.

SIR TOBY BELCH: She's a beagle, true-bred, and one that adores me: what o' that?

SIR ANDREW: I was adored once, too.

(Shakespeare, Twelfth Night, Act 2, Scene 3)

Ah, but the dreams I have of Baskerville hounds...

. . . . .

Lions and Tigers and BDG's! Oh, my!


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