Immortality is not breaking news!

Aye, the impatient wait for nothing, not even midnight of year's turning, Look at their ragged shoes and half-empty jugs. Tis not dew that stains the ground. "How poor are they that have not patience! What wound did ever heal but by degrees? Thou know'st we work by wit, and not by witchcraft; And wit depends on dilatory time." Expect less and be rewarded in the new yeare! Let the fools have the froth. Here, take this candle and shield it from the wind. Warmth and light to you in 2010.

Without feathers and ink I'm nothing

Pray tell what fool writes with a goose feather? Pluck a swan and poureth me ink elsewise I am nothing. Methinks I'll find a barrel by the Thames. Begone vagabond, I'll kick ye into the river. Foul is the day without the tools of the trade. Shall I hyde behind this crooked tree and trip the Queen's messenger? He must have what I need, the fool. Here he comes now .... not a moment too soon for my vile mood needs a tempering. Aye, methinks I spot the writing box in his pouch! Oh dry standish thy desert shall turn to paradise. I must act.

Tribute to mistress A. Hathaway

Chaperoned by age yet thy talent sets me free

Anne, without your words I am mere whimsy,

Yet, no hint shall escape my lips, only herein -

this secret parchment the soul clue to my Will

Why I am here?

I like this place, and willingly could waste my time in it.

As You Like It
(Act II, Scene IV)