Clear the Air

I have of late,—but wherefore I know not,—lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises; and indeed, it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o’erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire,—why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.

– Hamlet, Air Pollution Control Officer of  Denmark



About Uisce úr

Though I am old with wandering Through hollow lands and hilly lands, I will find out where she has gone, And kiss her lips and take her hands; And walk among long dappled grass, And pluck till time and times are done, The silver apples of the moon, The golden apples of the sun.
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5 Responses to Clear the Air

  1. Alan says:

    Non Sequitur.


  2. Alan says:

    I pull in resolution and begin
    To doubt th’ equivocation of the fiend
    That lies like truth. “Fear not, till Birnam wood
    Do come to Dunsinane”; and now a wood
    Comes toward Dunsinane.


  3. Pilgrim33 says:

    Elsinore District Council are real bastards to work with.
    But there are ways to deal with them.


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