...when you have once put your neck beneath the yoke of Fortune, you must with steadfast heart bear whatever comes to pass within her realm... Ah! dull-witted mortal, if Fortune begin to stay still, she is no longer Fortune.
Sunday, January 23, 2005
From the Facts & Fancies File
This is about as fanciful as it gets.
Eleven Moons Realty.
Yes, it's an entire page of banner ads. But, look closely. The rest of Bryce artist Frogspot's site is well worth an hour of your time.
Come fill the cup, let's drink about
This nicht, we'll merry be;
For friends and for harmony
Likewise my comrades three;
To meet yence mair some other nicht
My secret joy reveal;
For I now maun stray so far away
Til fortune turns the wheel
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Fortunalee is a would-be satirist, who aspires to be as good Jonathan Swift or Oscar Wilde. Failing that, she'd like to be employed full time writing for The Onion.