Long Story; Short Pier.

God, hes left as on aur oun.

A pier appears.

A fool, A fool! I met a fool i’ the forest, a motley fool. A miserable world! As I do live by food, I met a fool, who laid him down and basked him in the sun, and railed on Lady Fortune in good terms, in good set terms, and yet a motley fool.

—courtesy of the Spouse

—Filed 6463 days ago to Indulgences.

  1. Anne    Jul 21, 08:58 pm    #

    Oh, that makes me altogether too happy.


  2. Nick Fagerlund    Jul 21, 10:46 pm    #

    Me too!


  3. Barry Deutsch    Jul 23, 08:04 am    #

    I am in awe. You married wisely.


  4. David Lee Ingersoll    Jul 24, 11:28 pm    #

    Is that Ranger?


  5. Kip Manley    Jul 25, 12:17 am    #

    Sadly, no; Ranger sauntered off to some more heavenly precinct in 2004. The vet’s opinion at the time being he was in the neighborhood of 20 or so. —No, that’s Thurber.


  6. David Lee Ingersoll    Jul 26, 04:18 pm    #

    No wonder he was so relaxed.


  7. Glenn Peters    Aug 31, 05:26 pm    #

    I very much like this.


  8. Kevin Moore    Aug 31, 09:01 pm    #

    That is love right there.


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