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Thank you for the excellent food for thought in your post today.

I hope you had a wonderful Christmas. And may this New Year bring you luck and well wishes. *hugs back*

Happy Holidays to you as well M'Lady, and the absolute very best in the New Year. Pax Vobiscum

Lady Abhilin. Gramercy for thy gracefilled words unto me this day and most sportfilled New Year unto thee.

How better to seize the Queen’s English within thy grasp than the feast one’s eye upon the Book of Common Prayer! Nay, the Old English script be like unto that of the German Fraktur and be not an issue. I do thank thee for thy gift as I will seek to add it unto my library.

It cometh unto mine attention that Belic Ἀντισθ hath found thee. He be a goodly sort, howebeit earthy of speech, but a quick wit doth he harbor therein.

Mine speech with him hath been most colorfilled indeed and a most unusual sport to be sure.

‘Tis not for the faint of heart or the dulled pate I will tell thee.

Back at you my friend. Happy Holidays to you and yours. Yes, I am about but so damn busy to get time to post a new blog. Soon that will change.

Be well
Sir Clisto

greetings unto thee, gracious lady

to quote John Fletcher - " That soul that can be honest is the only perfect man. "

no misery nor malady hath befallen me ... i only take to yon roads less traveled; myne traverse taketh me to worlds unbeknownst save to a few ... this be myne tinteán ...


... one shant be that what he arte not ... i arte not haggis - merely haggard ... i be who i be sans pretense or regret ... nor wont of any imprimatur or disapprobation from the world ...

i claim not perfection - nay - but i consider to be honest in myne being ...

i doth bid you adieu

Ah, that the rapture were truly mine to keep company with! Though in truth, a raven would be my winged companion of choice. Mystery and wisdom, the bearer of men's souls to their final rest.

And I unto thee, faire lady; tonight the snow falleth swiftly becarried along by gusts of wind and ‘tis bitter cold outside too. The temperature drop’th as I write thee.

We are now within the grip of winter and the ground lay all white thereabout. Such be the weather that my cats fail to bestir themselves to frequent the outdoors as be their wont! In fact they refuse to leave the warm dwelling – no one sayeth they be stupid!

‘Tis mine hope thou art warm for the holy days that ride nigh upon us and such days bring thee must joy and merriment in thy sport.

My Lady, I have not had the pleasure of your discourse for far too long now. Did the holiday bring you rest and peace?

Self-reliance be the mark of a free people and so it has ever been along the halls of history. God helpeth them than help themselves so do I believe. If thou dost wish to win the lottery, purchase ye first the ticket!

And in the day to day hum-drum of life, self-reliance be the tool for success. However, through the workings of fate, God or otherwise, humanity doth be reduced to a quivering mass huddled within dark shadows of despair. We do approach that now as our financial system crumbleth about our ankles and our social system faceth utter collapse.

We find the conundrum of that which be our support hath become our bane and we now recognize that something be greater than ourselves. Deus ex machina: the Greeks know it aright!

Capitalism, itself alone, hath demonstrated itself to be a weak reed to commend our fate history hath shown and we now see for ourselves. In times past we have seen the fate of those for whom intervention happen not and we have seen when intervention spread its healing balm upon the land. Mayhap the act be not as important as the hope that cometh from the act and the renewal of self-reliance thereby. Without that nothing doth happen.

Thanks be given unto the Goddess of Fortune that our leaders read history.