To the last I grapple with thee; from hell's heart I stab at thee; for hate's sake I spit my last breath at thee.
Well, to be fair I did have a couple of gadgets he probably didn't, like a teaspoon and an open mind.
Thursday, 16 December 2010
Quote of the Week XXXVIII.
Time is a sort of river of passing events, and strong is it’s current; no sooner is a thing brought to sight than it is swept by and another takes it’s place, and this too will be swept away. ~ Marcus Aurelius