Then you, ye auld, snick-drawing dog! Ye cam to Paradise incog,... An' played on a man a cursed brogue, (Black be your fa'!) An' gied the infant warld a shog, 'Maist ruined a'.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Man is the end of nature; nothing so easily organizes itself in every part of the universe as he; no moss, no lichen is so easily ...born; and he takes along with him and puts out from himself the whole apparatus of society and condition extempore, as an army encamps in a desert, and where all was just now blowing sand, creates a white city in an hour, a government, a market, a place for feasting, for conversation, and for love.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Laid out for death, let thy last kindness be With leaves and moss-work for to cover me:... And while the wood-nymphs my cold corpse inter, Sing thou my dirge, sweet-warbling chorister! For epitaph, in foliage, next write this: Here, here the tomb of Robin Herrick is.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
What of course I would like to be writing is the story of the Red and White Dwarves and their Remembering Mirror, their space rock...et (powered by anti-gravity), their attendant entities Hadron, Gluon, Pion, Lepton, and Muon, and the Charmed Quarks and the Coloured Quarks. But we can't all be physicists.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »