tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4132933554714038433.post3660765772383946423..comments2024-03-08T09:18:08.150+00:00Comments on Nobody's Friend: Sad But Happy PostChertiozhnikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17100747784779653643noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4132933554714038433.post-2511200776880944222007-09-13T02:43:00.000+01:002007-09-13T02:43:00.000+01:00Contagious? I would bet it is a disease of plums, ...Contagious? I would bet it is a disease of plums, quinces and other soft fruits.<BR/><BR/>So I am standing in my orchard, with my straw hat on, looking sadly at the trees, and my Catalan orchard-manager is saying, "Wot they got is scholar's melancholy, mate" only in Catalan, and unconvincingly.<BR/><BR/>Shakespeare - and Joy - for Wednesday!<BR/><BR/>While I am examining my fruit trees, at least in the back of my mind a problem is solved: why my good lady wife ran off with the postman. Or "carter" in Catalan.Chertiozhnikhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17100747784779653643noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4132933554714038433.post-49062651108691452682007-09-12T15:51:00.000+01:002007-09-12T15:51:00.000+01:00Scholar's Melancholy? That sounds contagious.My he...Scholar's Melancholy? That sounds contagious.<BR/><BR/>My head was all digging for a FEELINGY passage...but it kept spitting this out instead...so I give you - Shakespeare for Wednesday...<BR/><BR/>What is it that they do when they change us for others? Is it sport?I think it is: and doth affection breed it? I think it doth: is't frailty that thus errs? It is so too: and have not we affections, Desires for sport, and frailty, as men have? Then let them use us well: else let them know, The ills we do, their ills instruct us so.Wickedredhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17932720551204297794noreply@blogger.com