Ice on the Landing Strip

A Night for Shakespeare

Storm Speech on the Heath

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Act III, Scene 2 from King Lear by William Shakespeare (1623)

King Lear
Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow!
You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout
Till you have drench’d our steeples, drown’d the cocks!
You sulphurous and thought-executing fires,
Vaunt-couriers to oak-cleaving thunderbolts,
Singe my white head! And thou, all-shaking thunder,
Smite flat the thick rotundity o’ the world!
Crack nature’s moulds, an germens spill at once,
That make ingrateful man!

Fool
O nuncle, court holy-water in a dry
house is better than this rain-water out o’ door.
Good nuncle, in, and ask thy daughters’ blessing:
here’s a night pities neither wise man nor fool.

King Lear
Rumble thy bellyful! Spit, fire! spout, rain!
Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters:
I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness;
I never gave you kingdom, call’d you children,
You owe me no subscription: then let fall
Your horrible pleasure: here I stand, your slave,
A poor, infirm, weak, and despised old man...

The hustle of the breeding season

Still Hating Cats!

...But in a Good Way

Wrong Pole?

Why don't Polar Bears eat Penguins? Do You know?

Hello Albie?

Lighter Pollution

A Hot Summer

Olympic Albatross

Wish I had Ears

Lonely George

Troilo and Cressida, Act 3 scene 3: Thersites

Thank You Bill

Not a Newspaper

We Hate Cats

Off Of Me

A Traffic Cone

You find all sorts of things drifting in the ocean... *sigh*

Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition!

Natural Childbirth

Valentine's Day Special

The Seventies

Just an Old Joke

Very Sensible