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Rum. Rum is good.
I was, I am, but hopefully, I shall not be.
Yersss, it's gone up by another 5% YAY !!!
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cill_ros at http://cill-ros.livejournal.com/154
'if anyone feels like protesting against the demolition of Lismullen and other monuments in the Tara complex, here's what I'd suggest.
* Write to the Taoiseach, Bertie Ahern (taoiseach@taoiseach.gov.ie) the Minister for the Environment (minister@environ.ie) - the Green Party is supposed to oppose the motorway, the Minister for Transport (can't find his email right now as the Dept website is wonky, but try http://www.transport.ie)
* Write to the media - papers, news programmes on the radio
* Spread the word to people you know. Ask people to write in protest or even go to Tara to protest.
Current information is on http://www.savetara.com, http://www.tara-foundation.org and http://www.protect-tara.org, and updates are on http://www.tarawatch.org'
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cill_ros at http://cill-ros.livejournal.com/154'if anyone feels like protesting against the demolition of Lismullen and other monuments in the Tara complex, here's what I'd suggest.
* Write to the Taoiseach, Bertie Ahern (taoiseach@taoiseach.gov.ie) the Minister for the Environment (minister@environ.ie) - the Green Party is supposed to oppose the motorway, the Minister for Transport (can't find his email right now as the Dept website is wonky, but try http://www.transport.ie)
* Write to the media - papers, news programmes on the radio
* Spread the word to people you know. Ask people to write in protest or even go to Tara to protest.
Current information is on http://www.savetara.com, http://www.tara-foundation.org and http://www.protect-tara.org, and updates are on http://www.tarawatch.org'
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Today is the 144th Birth Anniversary of Narendranath Datta, who, in his later years, was known as Swami Vivekananda.
Happy Birthday, Naren ! You made yourself unforgettable.
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Narendranath Datta / Swami Vivekananda
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I am surrounded by handkerchiefs, and tissues ... and all the paraphernalia that accompany a nearly constantly blocked nose ...
And to top it all, I scored as 75% Irish in a quiz ...
All in all, life is pretty confuzzling at the mo' ...
On the plus side, I can again post comments comfortably ThankGoodnessFingersCrossed, so will do ALL the pending stuff tonight ...
I am surrounded by handkerchiefs, and tissues ... and all the paraphernalia that accompany a nearly constantly blocked nose ...
And to top it all, I scored as 75% Irish in a quiz ...
All in all, life is pretty confuzzling at the mo' ...
On the plus side, I can again post comments comfortably ThankGoodnessFingersCrossed, so will do ALL the pending stuff tonight ...
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George Best died.
He was a true genius. A true genius.
And like all true geniuses, he ruined his body with excesses.
He was in pain.
I am glad he is no longer in pain.
George Best died.
He was a true genius. A true genius.
And like all true geniuses, he ruined his body with excesses.
He was in pain.
I am glad he is no longer in pain.
Oscar Wilde (1854 - 1900)
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By each let this be heard,
Some do it with a bitter look,
Some with a flattering word,
The coward does it with a kiss,
The brave man with a sword !
Some kill their love when they are young,
And some when they are old ;
Some strangle with the hands of Lust,
Some with the hands of Gold :
The kindest use a knife, because
The dead so soon grow cold.
Some love too little, some too long,
Some sell, and others buy ;
Some do the deed with many tears,
And some without a sigh :
For each man kills the thing he loves,
Yet each man does not die.
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And all men kill the thing they love,
By all let this be heard,
Some do it with a bitter look,
Some with a flattering word,
The coward does it with a kiss,
The brave man with a sword !
QUOTES
A little sincerity is a dangerous thing, and a great deal of it is absolutely fatal.
A man can be happy with any woman as long as he does not love her.
Always forgive your enemies ; nothing annoys them so much.
America had often been discovered before Columbus, but it had always been hushed up.
America is the only country that went from barbarism to decadence without civilization in between.
Anyone who lives within their means suffers from a lack of imagination.
Arguments are to be avoided ; they are always vulgar and often convincing.
At twilight, nature is not without loveliness, though perhaps its chief use is to illustrate quotations from the poets.
Biography lends to death a new terror.
Consistency is the last refuge of the unimaginative.
Every portrait that is painted with feeling is a portrait of the artist, not of the sitter.
Fashion is a form of ugliness so intolerable that we have to alter it every six months.
Genius is born --- not paid.
I always like to know everything about my new friends, and nothing about my old ones.
I am not young enough to know everything.
I think that God in creating Man somewhat overestimated his ability.
I was working on the proof of one of my poems all the morning, and took out a comma. In the afternoon I put it back again.
If you want to tell people the truth, make them laugh, otherwise they'll kill you.
Illusion is the first of all pleasures.
It is a very sad thing that nowadays there is so little useless information.
Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth.
Morality, like art, means drawing a line someplace.
Most modern calendars mar the sweet simplicity of our lives by reminding us that each day that passes is the anniversary of some perfectly uninteresting event.
Music makes one feel so romantic --- at least it always gets on one's nerves --- which is the same thing nowadays.
One can survive everything, nowadays, except death, and live down everything except a good reputation.
One should always play fairly when one has the winning cards.
Selfishness is not living as one wishes to live, it is asking others to live as one wishes to live.
Seriousness is the only refuge of the shallow.
The aim of life is self-development. To realize one's nature perfectly --- that is what each of us is here for.
The only thing to do with good advice is pass it on. It is never any use to oneself.
The true mystery of the world is the visible, not the invisible.
There are only two kinds of people who are really fascinating : people who know absolutely everything, and people who know absolutely nothing.
To disagree with three-fourths of the British public is one of the first requisites of sanity.
We live in an age when unnecessary things are our only necessities.
We teach people how to remember, we never teach them how to grow.
Whenever people agree with me I always feel I must be wrong.
Why was I born with such contemporaries ?
One should absorb the colour of life, but one should never remember its details. Details are always vulgar.
The only thing that sustains one through life is the consciousness of the immense inferiority of everybody else, and this is a feeling that I have always cultivated.
The secret of life is to appreciate the pleasure of being terribly, terribly deceived.
I don't play accurately --- any one can play accurately --- but I play with wonderful expression. As far as the piano is concerned, sentiment is my forte. I keep science for Life.
When the gods wish to punish us, they answer our prayers.
Only dull people are brilliant at breakfast.
Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else's opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation.
Work is the curse of the drinking classes.
One's real life is often the life that one does not lead.
My own business always bores me to death ; I prefer other people's.
I can resist anything but temptation.
It is absurd to divide people into good and bad. People are either charming or tedious.
Life is far too important a thing ever to talk seriously about.
Experience is the name everyone gives to their mistakes.
Scandal is gossip made tedious by morality.
We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.
What is a cynic ? A man who knows the price of everything and the value of nothing.
Only the shallow know themselves.
Vile deeds like poison weeds bloom well in prison air, it is only what is good in man, that wastes and withers there.
We have really everything in common with America nowadays except, of course, language.
To give an accurate description of what has never occurred is not merely the proper occupation of the historian, but the inalienable privilege of any man of parts and culture.
But what is the difference between literature and journalism ? ... Journalism is unreadable and literature is not read. That is all.
It is only an auctioneer who can equally and impartially admire all schools of art.
The public is wonderfully tolerant. It forgives everything except genius.
One is tempted to define man as a rational animal who always loses his temper when he is called upon to act in accordance with the dictates of reason.
Do not speak ill of society, Algie. Only people who can't get in do that.
The truth is rarely pure and never simple.
To lose one parent, Mr Worthing, may be regarded as a misfortune; to lose both looks like carelessness.
Thirty-five is a very attractive age. London society is full of women of the very highest birth who have, of their own free choice, remained thirty-five for years.
It is better to have a permanent income than to be fascinating.
A man cannot be too careful in the choice of his enemies.
Children begin by loving their parents ; as they grow older they judge them; sometimes they forgive them.
I adore simple pleasures. They are the last refuge of the complex.
I can believe anything, provided that it is quite incredible.
I choose my friends for their good looks, my acquaintances for their good characters, and my enemies for their good intellects. A man cannot be too careful in the choice of his enemies.
I like persons better than principles, and I like persons with no principles better than anything else in the world.
I love acting. It is so much more real than life.
Nowadays most people die of a sort of creeping common sense, and discover when it is too late that the only things one never regrets are one's mistakes.
One can always be kind to people about whom one cares nothing.
Perhaps, after all, America never has been discovered. I myself would say that it had merely been detected.
The advantage of the emotions is that they lead us astray, and the advantage of science is that it is not emotional.
The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it.
The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it. Resist it, and your soul grows sick with longing for the things it has forbidden to itself.
The reason we all like to think so well of others is that we are all afraid for ourselves. The basis of optimism is sheer terror.
There are many things that we would throw away if we were not afraid that others might pick them up.
There is a luxury in self-reproach. When we blame ourselves, we feel that no one else has a right to blame us. It is the confession, not the priest, that gives us absolution.
To get back my youth I would do anything in the world, except take exercise, get up early, or be respectable.
When a woman marries again, it is because she detested her first husband. When a man marries again, it is because he adored his first wife. Women try their luck; men risk theirs.
Whenever a man does a thoroughly stupid thing, it is always from the noblest motives.
Women love us for our defects. If we have enough of them, they will forgive us everything, even our intellects.
There is no such thing as a moral or an immoral book. Books are well written or badly written. That is all.
Disobedience, in the eyes of anyone who has read history, is man's original virtue. It is through disobedience and rebellion that progress has been made.
Anybody can sympathise with the sufferings of a friend, but it requires a very fine nature to sympathise with a friend's success.
I suppose that I shall have to die beyond my means.
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| Hamlet 52% Intellectual, 41% Impetuous, and 47% Trusting |
| Oh, man, but you are SO doomed. Read this if you don't believe me. You are a thinker...are you ever a thinker...so it is no surprise you scored high on Intellectual. This propensity for long, drawn-out analysis of your problems is compounded by a low score for Impetuous. Finally, you bear this burden alone as indicated by our low score for Trusting. Oddly enough, your life may not actually be a mess, and if it is not, then you had better hope that nothing unexpected comes along to mess things up. |
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My test tracked 3 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:
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| Link: The Shakespearean Tragic Hero Test written by Fordim on OkCupid Free Online Dating, home of the 32-Type Dating Test |
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Plot Overview
On a dark winter night, a ghost walks the ramparts of Elsinore Castle in Denmark. Discovered first by a pair of watchmen, then by the scholar Horatio, the ghost resembles the recently deceased King Hamlet, whose brother Claudius has inherited the throne and married the king’s widow, Queen Gertrude. When Horatio and the watchmen bring Prince Hamlet, the son of Gertrude and the dead king, to see the ghost, it speaks to him, declaring ominously that it is indeed his father’s spirit, and that he was murdered by none other than Claudius. Ordering Hamlet to seek revenge on the man who usurped his throne and married his wife, the ghost disappears with the dawn.
Prince Hamlet devotes himself to avenging his father’s death, but, because he is contemplative and thoughtful by nature, he delays, entering into a deep melancholy and even apparent madness. Claudius and Gertrude worry about the prince’s erratic behavior and attempt to discover its cause. They employ a pair of Hamlet’s friends, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern, to watch him. When Polonius, the pompous Lord Chamberlain, suggests that Hamlet may be mad with love for his daughter, Ophelia, Claudius agrees to spy on Hamlet in conversation with the girl. But though Hamlet certainly seems mad, he does not seem to love Ophelia: he orders her to enter a nunnery and declares that he wishes to ban marriages.
A group of traveling actors comes to Elsinore, and Hamlet seizes upon an idea to test his uncle’s guilt. He will have the players perform a scene closely resembling the sequence by which Hamlet imagines his uncle to have murdered his father, so that if Claudius is guilty, he will surely react. When the moment of the murder arrives in the theater, Claudius leaps up and leaves the room. Hamlet and Horatio agree that this proves his guilt. Hamlet goes to kill Claudius but finds him praying. Since he believes that killing Claudius while in prayer would send Claudius’s soul to heaven, Hamlet considers that it would be an inadequate revenge and decides to wait. Claudius, now frightened of Hamlet’s madness and fearing for his own safety, orders that Hamlet be sent to England at once.
Hamlet goes to confront his mother, in whose bedchamber Polonius has hidden behind a tapestry. Hearing a noise from behind the tapestry, Hamlet believes the king is hiding there. He draws his sword and stabs through the fabric, killing Polonius. For this crime, he is immediately dispatched to England with Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. However, Claudius’s plan for Hamlet includes more than banishment, as he has given Rosencrantz and Guildenstern sealed orders for the King of England demanding that Hamlet be put to death.
In the aftermath of her father’s death, Ophelia goes mad with grief and drowns in the river. Polonius’ son, Laertes, who has been staying in France, returns to Denmark in a rage. Claudius convinces him that Hamlet is to blame for his father’s and sister’s deaths. When Horatio and the king receive letters from Hamlet indicating that the prince has returned to Denmark after pirates attacked his ship en route to England, Claudius concocts a plan to use Laertes’ desire for revenge to secure Hamlet’s death. Laertes will fence with Hamlet in innocent sport, but Claudius will poison Laertes’ blade so that if he draws blood, Hamlet will die. As a backup plan, the king decides to poison a goblet, which he will give Hamlet to drink should Hamlet score the first or second hits of the match. Hamlet returns to the vicinity of Elsinore just as Ophelia’s funeral is taking place. Stricken with grief, he attacks Laertes and declares that he had in fact always loved Ophelia. Back at the castle, he tells Horatio that he believes one must be prepared to die, since death can come at any moment. A foolish courtier named Osric arrives on Claudius’s orders to arrange the fencing match between Hamlet and Laertes.
The sword-fighting begins. Hamlet scores the first hit, but declines to drink from the king’s proffered goblet. Instead, Gertrude takes a drink from it and is swiftly killed by the poison. Laertes succeeds in wounding Hamlet, though Hamlet does not die of the poison immediately. First, Laertes is cut by his own sword’s blade, and, after revealing to Hamlet that Claudius is responsible for the queen’s death, he dies from the blade’s poison. Hamlet then stabs Claudius through with the poisoned sword and forces him to drink down the rest of the poisoned wine. Claudius dies, and Hamlet dies immediately after achieving his revenge.
At this moment, a Norwegian prince named Fortinbras, who has led an army to Denmark and attacked Poland earlier in the play, enters with ambassadors from England, who report that Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are dead. Fortinbras is stunned by the gruesome sight of the entire royal family lying sprawled on the floor dead. He moves to take power of the kingdom. Horatio, fulfilling Hamlet’s last request, tells him Hamlet’s tragic story. Fortinbras orders that Hamlet be carried away in a manner befitting a fallen soldier.
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