I was going to do the funny story tonight, but I have a problem. Now that I’ve downloaded and installed the latest version of my anti-virus software, I can’t upload attachments to my Hotmail e-mail account. I’ve been messing with it for ages. Don’t you just love modern technology?!
So, the Mad Sicilian with the Manic Eyes will have to wait. Oh dear, I just changed the title. Well, he was mean, mad, manic-eyed, and had a big knife, so take your pick. Feel free to drool while I put my toothache to bed. The toothache is a long story. You don’t want to know.
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...until death do re-unite or the Priestess return to Avalon.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts, for they have their own thoughts. You may house their bodies but not their souls, for their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you. For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
The moving finger writes and, having writ, moves on. Nor all your piety nor wit shall lure it back to cancel half a line, nor all your tears wash out a word of it.
There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow man. True nobility lies in being superior to your former self .
This character appears in one of my short stories, and also in the novel. He's sadder than he looks, poor thing.
About Me
- JJ
- Ashbourne, Derbyshire, United Kingdom
- I've never had money because I've never been driven by money. I received little formal education beyond the age of sixteen, which isn't such a bad thing since you get a different angle on life that way. Learning what you want and need to learn often reveals things that the system's road keeps hidden.
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Anyone interested in viewing the availablity of my novel Odyssey or novella The Gift Horse can do so here.
To Be Retained...
...until death do re-unite or the Priestess return to Avalon.
Khalil Gibran on Children.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts, for they have their own thoughts. You may house their bodies but not their souls, for their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you. For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
OMAR KAYYAM ON REGRET.
The moving finger writes and, having writ, moves on. Nor all your piety nor wit shall lure it back to cancel half a line, nor all your tears wash out a word of it.
Herman Hess on Nobility
There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow man. True nobility lies in being superior to your former self .
Free Fiction
I have another blog called A Handful of Stories on which I've posted some of my short fiction. Most of it has been published by a variety of independent small press publishers, so somebody other than me must have thought it worth reading.
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4 comments:
I am so sorry that you have tooth pain ... it is one of the worst pains there can be! And, uh, are you referring to one of my relatives when you speak of the 'Mad Sicilian'? (~.~)
Hi Shay. Who knows? He might have been, I suppose. All I know is he SAID he came from Sicily before brandishing the big knife.
How is your tooth?
Still playing up a bit. It's a 20-year-old problem, and the dentist says he can't do anything about it. So every now and then I get pain for a few days and it drags me down a bit (I'm told it's a chronic infection.) I'm used to it.
Thanks for asking. How are you?
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