Little Grey Bungalow
Friday, March 21, 2008
Quote of the Day
When fishes flew and forests walked
And figs grew upon thorn,
Some moment when the moon was blood
Then, surely, I was born.
With monstrous head and sickening cry
And ears like errant wings,
The devil’s walking parody
On all four-footed things.
The tattered outlaw of the earth
Of ancient crooked will;
Starve, scourge, deride me; I am dumb,
I keep my secret still.
Fools! For I also had my hour;
One far fierce hour and sweet;
There was a shout about my ears
And palms before my feet.
, by G. K. Chesterton. Paper cutout,
, from Patricia at Agence Eureka)
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