Month: June 2016

A hermit

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Though once I  enjoyed company and talk,
I ‘ve become a hermit  as I age.
I value stillness,silence as I walk.
And news of politicians makes  me rage.

Familiar friends are welcome at my door
Cats  may sit upon my  generous  lap
Spiders may make webs from drapes to door.
Letters from the distant fill the gap.

I  hate to argue when  we have no facts
But shouts and yells are there  to  force my will
I even fear that some will  grab an axe
And with their violence render me quite still.

For force is now the medium of the day
Conversation dies  when  friendships fray.

 

Aphorisms can become cliches

 Cemetary
An aphorism is an original thought, spoken or written in a laconic (concise) and memorable form. Aphorism literally means a “distinction” or “definition”. In modern usage an aphorism is generally understood to be a concise statement containing a subjective truth or observation cleverly and pithily written.

A bad penny always turns up.

A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush.

A chain is only as strong as its weakest link.

A dog is a man’s best friend.

A fool and his money are soon parted.

A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds.

A friend in need is a friend indeed.

A good beginning makes a good ending.

A jack of all trades is master of none.

A job worth doing is worth doing well.

A little learning is a dangerous thing.

Rhymes for aphorism

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Aphorism

Full Definition of aphorism

  1. 1:  a concise statement of a principle

  2. 2:  a terse formulation of a truth or sentiment :  adage

aphorist

play\-rist\ noun

Examples of aphorism in a sentence

  1. Confronted by a broadminded, witty, and tolerant cosmopolitan, for whom the infinite varieties of human custom offered a source of inexhaustible fascination, Thucydides presented himself as a humorless nationalist, an intellectual given to political aphorisms and abstract generalizations. —Peter Green, New York Review of Books, 15 May 2008

  2. It doesn’t take long to learn that a lie always unravels and that it always ends up making you feel royally cruddy. “Do the kind of work during the day that allows you to sleep at night” was anaphorism my grandfather was fond of. —Amy Krouse Rosenthal, Newsweek, 6 Mar. 2006

  3. The Sun twice went into journalism legend. Its city editor John Bogart is generally credited with the aphorism “When a dog bites a man, that’s not news. But when a man bites a dog, that’s news.” And the paper delivered America’s most treasured editorial in 1897, when a young girl, whose playmates had told her there was no Santa Claus, wrote and asked the Sun to tell her the truth. —Peter Andrews, American Heritage, October 1994

  4. Truman is remembered as much today for his aphorisms as his policies: “The buck stops here,” “If you can’t stand the heat stay out of the kitchen,” and the like. Such slogans are endearing in a time of plastic politicians who make a career of ducking responsibilities… —Ronald Steel, New Republic, 10 Aug. 1992

  5. When decorating, remember the familiar aphorism, “less is more.”

  6. <what does the aphorism “Hindsight is 20/20” mean?>

Did You Know?

Aphorism was originally used in the world of medicine. Credit Hippocrates, the Greek physician regarded as the father of modern medicine, with influencing our use of the word. He usedaphorismos (a Greek ancestor of aphorism meaning “definition” or “aphorism”) in titling a book outlining his principles on the diagnosis and treatment of disease. That volume offered many examples that helped to define aphorism, beginning with the statement that starts the book’s introduction: “Life is short, Art long, Occasion sudden and dangerous, Experience deceitful, and Judgment difficult.” English speakers originally used the term mainly in the realm of the physical sciences, but eventually broadened its use to cover principles in other fields.

Origin and Etymology ofaphorism

Middle French aphorisme, from Late Latinaphorismus, from Greek aphorismosdefinition, aphorism, from aphorizein to define, from apo- + horizein to bound — more at horizon
First Known Use: 1528

Related to aphorism

Synonyms

adage, saying, apothegm, byword, epigram,maxim, proverb, saw, sententia, word

Related Words

bromide, cliché (also cliche), commonplace,platitude, wheeze; expression, felicity;axiom, motto, precept, truism, truth;formula; comment, note, reflection, remark

Hermetism

noun, often capitalized her·me·tism \ˈhər-mə-ˌti-zəm\
Popularity: Bottom 20% of words

Definition of hermetism

  1. 1a :  a system of ideas based on hermetic teachingsb :  adherence to or practice of hermetic doctrine

  2. 2:  the practice of being hermetically mysterious <it is not … willful hermetism, if the message of their art is veiled and indirect — R. J. Goldwater>

hermetist

play\-mə-tist\ noun

Rambling on with Emile.. a story .

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Stan had enjoyed being fussed over by the two women but now he was feeling better he decided to take Emile for a walk.They set off down a little track leading into a wood behind their house.Emile would never go to the wood alone as it seemed very big to a cat.But Stan wore a red anorak which Emile could see quite well.Emile gambolled around the trees like a lamb,even running up one or two tree trunks which is behaviour rarely seen in lambs ,even in excessively hot weather.
Thus Stan mused to himself as he wandered along between the autumn trees and shrubs.
I wonder what the odds are of me ever seeing a lamb run up a tree,he pondered.Men always like to think of serious problems such as this, unlike women who think about the curtains and the bed linen and other mundane realities like food and cleanliness.
I wonder if I can look it up on Google, he thought.But even if it has happened in New Zealand it’s much too far for me to go to look.
Rather expensive too,no doubt.
Emile walked into a muddy pool and came out all brown and filthy.
Really Emile,you are 5 years old now.Can’t you take care?Y our coat is all muddy.
Never mind said Emile,I’ll lick it all off later while I calculate pi to 100 decimal places.
No,you won’t said Stan,it’s about time you had a bath.Emile
I think I’m too dirty to go in the bath,can’t I just have a wash in a big plastic bowl?
Well,economy is good sometimes,replied Stan absentmindedly.You can bathe in the old jam saucepan,that’s a nice big size.
But you won’t put me on the stove and boil me,Emile teased him gently.
Of course not.I love you too much ,Emile,to torment you like that.
After Mary,Annie,Lyra and all the other ladies you love.
Well,it’s different.One can love in many ways.In theory at least.As you grow older your heart grows larger and you can keep more creatures in there,sheltering in your bosom.
I thought only ladies had bosoms,Emile purred.
Well,according to the Bible,Abraham had a bosom.It’s a place around your heart where you keep those you love.
Have I got a bosom,Emile enquired shyly.
Do you love anyone?
Yes,I love you and Mary,the milkman and the lady cat down the road.
Well in that case Emile,you definitely have a bosom,Stan answered confusedly yet contemplatively.
What ever will Emile ask me next ,he wondered.I don’t know if I can keep up with his development.
And so they rambled on in the last warm day of summer.Two males out for a little exercise and possibly some  beer also, if they kept on a bit further through the wood.

close like shut eyelids

Ice cream pink grey sky
Soon night will fall on the trees
Flattening with shades

The artist describes
A language is  renewed
We can each  hear it.

Immense the  shrubs seem
Infinitely many leaves
Close like shut eyelids

The wren is silent
Now the scent of damp  darkness
Is stronger than night.

Hermit

You hear about hermits more often than you meet one, and that’s because a hermit is someone who likes to be alone, far from people, sometimes because of their religious beliefs or maybe because they simply want some privacy.

Hermits like living solo, alone in the woods, up in a mountain, or sometimes they live in a city without hardly ever leaving their apartment. The root of the word is the Greek erēmos, meaning “solitary.” A life of solitude isn’t for everyone, but a hermit chooses it for any number of reasons. For example, being able to honor their religious beliefs more fully or hating all of humanity are two possible motivations to become a hermit.

Definitions ofhermit
1

none retired from society for religious reasons

Synonyms:
anchorite
Type of:
eremite

a Christian recluse

none who lives in solitude

Synonyms:
recluse, solitary, solitudinarian, troglodyte
Examples:
St. John the Baptist

(New Testament) a preacher and hermit and forerunner of Jesus (whom he baptized); was beheaded by Herod at the request of Salome
Type of:
lone hand, lone wolf, loner

Hermeneutics

Hermetic?

Word of the Day : June 24, 2016

hermetic

adjective her-MET-ik

Definition

1 : relating to or characterized by occultism or abstruseness : recondite

2 a : airtight

b : impervious to external influence

c : recluse, solitary

Examples

The infomercial claimed that the new containers used modern technology to guarantee a hermetic seal that would keep food fresh for months.

“Later, as Western Europe welcomed foreign guest workers, Central Europe remained in the hermetic enclosure of Soviet rule.” — Sara Miller Llana, The Christian Science Monitor, 10 Mar. 2016

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Did You Know?

Hermetic derives from Greek via the Medieval Latin word hermeticus. When it first entered English in the early 17th century, hermetic was associated with writings attributed to Thoth, the Egyptian god of wisdom. Thoth, whom the Greeks called Hermes Trismegistus (“thrice-great Hermes”), was believed to be the author of a number of mystical, philosophical, and alchemistic works. The obscure subject matter of these works may have made them difficult to wade through, for soon English speakers were also applying hermetic to things that were beyond ordinary human comprehension. Additionally, Hermes Trismegistus was said to have invented a magic seal that could keep vessels airtight. Hermetic thus came to mean “airtight,” both literally and figuratively. These days, it can also sometimes mean “solitary.”

Stan was helped by Annie and Mary

nuneham_2016-4-800x600Stan was feeling somewhat glum,nay even despairing,on Monday morning.
Mary had gone to work on her new folding 6 gear bicycle with own basket and an extra basket from Wells-next -the- Sea 1995[the wicker basket now somewhat gray in hue.]
He was left at home sorting out all his art work and materials as well as doing the baking and bathing Emile,the delightful yet trying male cat.
Sunk in dark misery,Stan sat in an old uncomfortable chair in the darkest part of the room, while Emile snored on the rug by the bright French windows.Stan went through all the possible reasons for his state of mind.Was he guilty about his flings with his alluring next door neighbour Annie?
Could it be his failure to toilet train Emile? Or his omitting to carry out the penance given byFather Brown after Stan confessed to stealing sweets on the way to Confession in 1956?
The longer Stan brooded the more reasons he found for his depression.
He could hardly get up to make a cup of coffee ..even instant seemed too much trouble.Would he even clean his teeth which somehow he’d failed to do?
The doorbell rang… it was a new cord for his laptop as Emile had been chewing the current one ,and 29 books in a sack from Amazon which his wife must have ordered,as he had no recollection of any such foolish spending.How would they pay the bill on the credit card? he ruminated.
Later in the day ~Annie peered through the window.She tapped on the glass with her well manicured blue finger nails.Let me in she cried.
I’m too tired for any hanky panky he murmured lovingly as he ran his fingers through her thick red tresses.What is this delightful perfume,beloved?he questioned her.
It’s Poison! she replied.Oh no,sorry it’s Iris and Jasmine Eau de toilette from the Bodyshop.
Despite his lowly sunken state Stan loved this perfume.He sniffed rabidly at her well rounded form.Well,shall we have some tea?She enquired.
Stan sat there hand on chest.I’ve been feeling a little gloomy,he muttered.She peered at him.You look terribly pale,Stan.Where’s your angina spray?I can’t recall,he said.Oh,here it is in my vest.
What a strange place to keep it,she responded.
Mary made pockets for all my vests.at one time you could buy vests with pockets
She’s good at sewing despite being so clever.In fact she loves doing things with her hands.
Annie got the GNT spray out and handed it to him.Have you got a pain?
Well,yes,now you mention it,I do,he replied verbosely.
Well,in the name of God, use the bloody thing,she whispered endearingly into his left ear.
He opened his mouth,raised his tongue and with his hand resting lightly on his chin he pressed the button with his forefinger.
His head began to throb.
Annie appeared with a cup of Earl Grey tea and a biscuit.Why,you look a little better.Do you need another dose?
No,I feel much better now.I’ve had it before.He drank the tea but didn’t eat the biscuit which he threw out later in crumbs for the field mice in the shed.
His spirits began to rise.Why did he always forget that physical ailments can worsen a mood?He still felt a trifle glum but nothing a meringue wouldn’t put right.
OK,what shall I make for Mary’s supper? he enquired.
You sit there in the window and I’ll just make my special spaghetti,Annie replied gaily,as long as I can stay too.
Yes,I’ll open some red wine he said youthfully,and we can have fried apples and bananas for pudding with non fat Greek yoghurt.
What a wise choice she murmured gently into his ear………that will use up some of the newly picked apples,the bananas were from Lidl’s as usual.
Well,Stan you look better.said Mary happily,You’ve been pale all weekend.Was it Annie who cheered you up,not to put too fine a point on it?
Actually it was nitroglycerine,he said roguishly,but Annie made me use it.
But for us women you’d be dead,she replied equably.
But for you delightful creatures I wouldn’t be here at all,he moaned ecstatically.
Now then Stan,control yourself she urged,After all we have a visitor,Annie!
What a hoot,he thought as he twisted spaghetti round his fork in a careless manner splashing tomato sauce all over his new acrylic jumper.
Thank the Lord for washing machines,Mary said.
I didn’t know Jesus invented them,Annie said with a tone of mild sarcasm but no-one bothered to reply.

As told by Emile to the local paper.

Stronger than night

Ice cream pink grey sky
Soon night will fall on the trees
Flattening with shades

The artist describes
A language is  renewed
We can each  hear it.

Immense the  shrubs seem
Infinitely many leaves
Close like shut eyelids

The wren is silent
Now the scent of damp  darkness
Is stronger than night.

MW Word of the day

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Genius

play
noun JEEN-yu

Definition

1 : a single strongly marked capacity or aptitude

2 : extraordinary intellectual power especially as manifested in creative activity

3 : a person endowed with transcendent mental superiority; especially : a person with a very high IQ

Examples

“An airplane mechanic in World War II, my father had a genius for anything mechanical. He would overhaul an engine at the drop of a hat.” — Jack McCall, The Hartsville (Tennessee) Vidette, 28 Apr. 2016

“By the time Purple Rain was released, Prince’s overt sexiness, inventive style, technical brilliance, and musical genius had established an irrefutable fact: He was the new James Brown.” — Simon Doonan, Slate.com, 26 Apr. 2016

 

Did You Know?

The belief system of the ancient Romans included spirits that were somewhere in between gods and humans and were thought to accompany each person through life as a protector. The Latin name for this spirit was genius, which came from the verb gignere, meaning “to beget.” This sense of “attendant spirit” was first borrowed into English in the 14th century. Part of such a spirit’s role was to protect a person’s moral character, and from that idea an extended sense developed in the 16th century meaning “an identifying character.” In time, that meaning was extended to cover a special ability for doing something, and eventuallygenius acquired senses referring particularly to “very great intelligence” and “people of great intelligence.”

Blessed are the pacemakers

Blessed are the pacemakers
Confessed are the race haters
Brevity is the sole  remit
Levity is the soul of wit
Business before Heather
Quizz-less made more bother
Caesar’s life must be above  derision
Tease her wife .Most see above division
Carped and died ’em
Parked and fried them
Pluck the clay
Good luck can pay
Freeze the day
Cheese says,nay
Charity ruined in Rome
Hilarity tunes the phone
Cheats never  crossed here
Seats forever tossed near
Children should be seen and not  stirred
Children on the scene  cannot purr
Cold hands, warm start
Gold bands form  heart
Companions were melodious
Comparisons with phobias
Discount  on your blessings?
Miscounted on the dressings
Crime doesn’t  play
Sublime but cannot play
Cut your coat to suit your wrath
Put your coat on ,boots on top,
Dead men tell no whales
Fled men gelled her sales
Devil takes the hinds purse
Discretion is the wetter part of malheur

Geza Vermes:An interview

http://www.economist.com/news/obituary/21578017-geza-vermes-jew-ex-priest-and-translator-dead-sea-scrolls-died-may-8th-aged

 

Geza Vermes:An interview

This is well worth reading,if only for the history of one Jewish man’s survival of the Nazi‘s attmept to wipe out Hungarian Jews.I feel his books would be worth reading.I shall post  if and when I read them

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I’d like to lie beside you

I’d like to lie beside you,
so we’d be face to face.
Then we could  at last enjoy
A sweet  visual embrace.

Eye to eye,
I look at you.
Beloved face is
in my view.

Then I take my fingers
way across your brow;
my fingers  linger on your lips-
somewhere,somehow.

.
I trace these dear  lines of old age
which wander round your eyes.
I run my fingers down your nose.
My touch is satisfied.

I’d like to trace your smiling lips.
Rhat look so fine and strong.
With my  own pink finger tips.
Would you think  me wrong?

Your powerful arms enclose me
And I  hug  your shoulders now.
I’ll rub you down with fragrant cream
From your toes up to your brow.

I’d like to boil your hankies
In an ancient pan
On a big coal fire..
Though the coal fires are long gone.

I’d like to rest my curly head
Upon your bony chest
I’ll test your antiperspirant
And the whiteness of your vest.

I’ll treat you very tenderly
and keep you free of dirt
For as they  used to say one time:
Oh,how real loving hurts!

Goodbye Stan whispered

Mary stood at the bus stop in her  long chocolate wool winter coat which Stan had always loved.
It hangs so well,he had told her.
The optional imitation fur collar had been removed as she preferred natural garments made from wool with no ostentation.As a matter of fact she has one of Stan’s woollen vests on under her gold silk top.Her hair fell in light blonde curls around her pensive face and her eyes looked as if she were seeing a dim vision of the Matterhorn in midwinter and Santa Klaus was approaching.
Suddenly she realised the bus was there and she put her card up to the machine before looking for a seat.The bus was rather full so she sat down next to a youth with an i-phone hanging from his hand.Suddenly it rang.His chosen theme was,
Please release me, sung by Tom Jones.Mary smiled as, if she were near Tom Jones she would need no invitation to free him.The youth began to speak rather louder than normal which is a denial of the reality of public space, an academic might say
Mary tried not listen but it was impossible.She was too hot as well..Wearing Stan’s vest was a mistake as the bus was overheated.She turned pink like sunrise over ICI in Billingham as the pollution had a beautifying affect.
I’m sorry I wore your vest,she told Stan.
I should have given them away but I was trying to save money on heating.Still I will be home soon.I can take it off.
Where’s your microphone, the youth demanded.It must be one of those new tiny ones.
A microphone? Mary said curiously.
Yeah, he cried.I assume your phone is in your pocket.
Actually it’s in a pocket in my knickers,she informed him in a manner resembling that of a mildly dotty scientist.We used to wear these knickers in the gym at school.
Did you not wear a top? he enquired,his eyes running over her hourglass figure like water falling off High Force in Teesdale. in summer storms.
Well.I didn’t have a bra until I got my grant to attend university,she told him sensitively.
Well,that’s news to me,he said.So you had to wear a bra at University? That was before feminism,of course.Did you burn it later?
Certainly not,said Mary.I’d been longing for one but my mother didn’t seem to notice my development which was her way of coping with adolescent girls.Of course my brothers may have noticed but they were too nervous to tell Mother I needed any support.We were all so shy and afraid.Anyway be quiet now,I want to speak to my husband.
Have you had your phone on all this time? he asked anxiously.
No,I don’t need it to talk to him,she responded.
Why,where is he? the youth enquired sardonically.
He’s on my knee,Mary informed him.In this bag.She pointed to her hessian shopping bag.
I have just been to the Co-op for him.I ought to have got a cab as he is quite heavy.
Jesus Christ,cried the youth,hastily pressing the bell before leaping off the bus into a small pond that had been created b Hurricane Desmond.He swam away into the cold night.
Well. that shut him up,Mary said to Stan.
Mary,don’t become less gentle and kind,Stan said in her ear.
I can’t be gentle now,she said.It’s a nasty tough world without you to help me and tell me what you think of Jeremy Corbyn.And do I need to have a roast dinner at Xmas or just some toad in the hole?
I am sorry,sweetheart he murmured.Maybe you need assertiveness training.
I’ll just get more aggressive,she replied.Micro-aggressive perhaps.
You’ll need more than micro in this era,he continued.Mary forgot to get off the bus and found herself in the Leisure Centre by the River Lee in the ugliest part of the town
What about the river,Stan, she asked.Would you like me to throw you in?
A policeman standing near by ran over.
Madam, is it suicide or murder, he asked her.
No,it’s a life sentence,she said humorously as she put her hand up her skirt to get her phone.
That’s a silly place to keep your phone he said
.Anyway don’t call a cab,I can run you home in my car.Have you got any China tea?I could kill for a hot drink.
I have some lapsang souchong,she told him.Do you fancy that?
I do called Stan from the bag.The policeman passed out.
I told you not to get a boyfriend yet,Stan continued to Mary.
I’ll do whatever I feel like,she said rudely.I could use a comforting arm around me.
Stan sobbed.
She said,quickly
Don’t worry.I’ll get Emile to sit on my knee.Goodbye for now.
Goodbye whispered Stan faintly.
Good bye…. goodbye.Until we meet again.

Hymns and other sentences

O God our help in rages past,we’ll mope in tears to come
Praise to the Sword,the Almighty,the King of Destruction.
As I parked down the road  upset and dumb.
Wrath of our fathers living still.
Guardian angels set heaven alight.
Dear St Joseph,you were simple.
Oy vey ,Maria.
Our Father,whose heart’s in Devon
Do you my revision and I’ll burst into song.
All natures of a blog are wrong.
Comfort me with your hisses
Three nice men.
There were leopards abiding in the fields.
God bless our hope

It has occurred to me that some of the saints of the Christian church were not Christian;Mary the mother of Jesus and Josepph possibly his father and John the baptist were  not Christians.I said to a friend that Jesus was not a Christian ; he was, she said,  as he was baptised by John the Baptist.So does that make John the founder of Christianity?Then again,why should it be rational?

Flying out

 

I know now that’s how death will come,
Suddenly flying into another orbit
when I am photographing flowers.
It’s not a gentle transition.
No-one will know where I’ve gone.
One step wrong and I’m
off the high wire
And plunging into the no safety net.
Flying for a while;
Jumping into hyperspace,spinning electrons
Startle my grey eyes.
Transiting the new black sun
I’m on a double gold helix,
Spider on your web,
Knitting furiously
Into the future heaven on gossamer wings.
Butterfly goodbye,I’m off to see the stars.
And the black holes.No one will come with me.
I’m shaking off,evaporating into mist.
I’m a flying saucer on a circus mission.
I can’t say no to a new invitation.
Make it fast and break with tradition.
Time is passing smoothly till that break
In the music,I’ve been transmuted into a different key
someone else will play me on their violin
I’m a tune,
I’m a thought,
I’m a whisper in your vision.
Goodbye,darling.I’m under orders
Ready to leave for my performance
On the electric carpet.
Death dancing to a tune on a violoncello,
Arpeggionne sonata
I’m playing your words upside down
In a new foreign translation,
Accompanied by solo artists,ice cracking
I’m going in.It’s too sudden.
I’m flying.
Spinning faster to amuse the clowns,
too many ups and no downs.
I’m going right out of orbit
I’ve broken the pull of gravity,
And fly with pure equanimity
Into my future life,
I’m off at some moment.
An instant ,a crack,a loud smack.
That was me passing.

An intersection

6396444_a6db05029f_m1The spaces of heaven  and earth
Had intersected to catch you up.
Peace and love spread from your centre
Into the air around.
My voice created a cocoon to shelter and protect
As you moved from here to there.
So quiet,so calm in the middle of A and E.
I didn’t even realise it was A and E  till the end.
When you went, it was like a bird leaving.
So it seemed alright.You seemed alright.
Back on earth I miss you.
But if you had to go, that was a good way.
May you be blessed for ever.
May your friends be blessed.
May I  accept and be blessed.
The current of goodness runs underneath all like a secret river.
May  we find it every day.
May we be moved by it
Living out our human lives..
May  we drink from it forever.

And people looked like watercolour flies

The morning sun still low in winter sky
Made brilliant light with darker shadows thrown.
And people looked like watercolour flies
As, through the boring shopping mall they roamed.
Here we see in colours black and white.
We do not see the usual shades and hues.
And so, inside our mind, a too great light
May prejudice our judgement and our views.
We learn to understand by metaphors.
As did our unthought ancestors before.
Jesus was our Shepherd and neighbour
We were sheep not wolves with slavering jaws


What we see depends upon the light.
So we shall give less credence to our sight.

Note:I had forgotten  this until I read the 20 sonnets earlier.And it made me realise that what I saw about the effect of very bright light  in nature could be used as a way of describing what can happen in our minds… and to our thinking.Moderation is best

Scarem novarem

O,pub lice tilt.
O,spit lite club!
Pets club.I  toil
Il est pubis,clot.
Est tu ici, P. Boole?
Topology foils public
Le boite up tilts.
Ou es la convenience de la republique?
Je desire  personelle relief
Je suis mal a la balloon
Je m’appelle la femme tranquille mais je suis tormentio pour la toilletio
Can you show me the way to the republicised comveniences?
Ma mere parle Anglaise mais ou est la pissoir?
For the love of God,go  into a telephone box like everyone else.