Somewhere to play.

♫ ♪ 2 o'clock in the morning ...

this is a notepad at the moment - @ 1.45am - 14th May 2013

Reading about Napoleon, Abba, and others, all who met their Waterloo ...

Napoleon got Elba, Abba got filthy rich, and moi ~ all I want is peace.

Then I can retire too ...

I WILL arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made:
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.

And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet's wings.

I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart's core.

(W B Yeats 1865 - 1939)

I'll skip on the honey bee as allergic reactions are not fun. I do like honey, tho!

off to bed now ~ 2.05 --- till later 'gators ...

later :-

14th of the same;

There I was, surrounded by all that beauty, all colors, every shade possible, thin ones, thick ones, big and small, even the shapes a treat, each one a story on its own.

Did I mention the bookstore - oi ?

This is at the university town next door and the store is within spitting distance from the place of learning.

It has a special second hand book section with a large selection classic research books, mainly on the Boer War and concentration camps.

Imagine the offering ...

And I did not buy a single item -

15th;

Again a bookstore;

This store is a second hand bookstore, any thing and every thing is available.

Browsing at leisure through the available offers, and not one book bought.

I must be getting a serious attack of something or other.

Thinks of bird-flu, swine-flu, or maybe Oriental-flu ?

Is there such a thing as Book-flu ?

“Where is human nature so weak as in the bookstore?”
― Henry Ward Beecher