Words of the Constant

We're uh... we're still working on the rest.

Still pretty impressive though, right?

"You are old, Father William," the young man said

"And your hair has become very white;

And yet you incessantly stand on your head—

Do you think, at your age, it is right?"

"In my youth," Father William replied to his son,

"I feared it might injure the brain;

But now that I'm perfectly sure I have none,

Why, I do it again and again."

Adieu, patrie!

L'onde est en furie.

Adieu, patrie,

Azur!

Adieu, maison, treille au fruit mûr,

Adieu, les fleurs d'or du vieux mur!

Thank you very much, you are too kind.

And now, I will pull shadows incarnate from this mysterious tome!

The show was better with... well, it was better before.

Ahem! We're going to say a poem now!

Little Miss Muffet she sat on her tuffet,

eating her curds and whey.

Along came a spider who sat down beside her

And frightened Miss Muffet away!

"Will you walk into my parlour?"

said a spider to a fly;

'Tis the prettiest little parlour that ever you did spy.

The way into my parlour is up a winding stair,

And I have many pretty things to shew when you are there.

"Oh no, no!" said the little fly

to ask me is in vain

For who goes up your winding stair can ne'er come down again.

O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,

So haggard and so woe-begone?

The squirrel's granary is full,

And the harvest's done.

I see a lily on thy brow,

With anguish moist and fever-dew,

And on thy cheeks a fading rose

Fast withereth too.

Essayez-vous comprendre mes pensées?

Ah, comme c'est gentil à vous!

Je suis flatté. :)

Theater as an art form is practiced throughout the world.

The Western tradition of theater can trace its origins back to ancient Athens;

the word "theater" of course coming from the Greek "theatron,"

which itself was derived from the verb "theasthai," "to behold."

Isn't etymology delightful?

Fire fire, burning bright,

In the forests of the night;