Beware the Ides of March.
The Ides of March comes; aye but it has not gone.
CmacQ
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Beware the Ides of March.
The Ides of March comes; aye but it has not gone.
CmacQ
Note to self: no caesar salads on Sunday...
My mother told me when she was a child every year on March 15th she would constantly tease her aunt and say "Beware the Ides of March!"
My great aunt died on March 15th, 1994.
My great aunt's name was Julia.
~:eek: *CUE OMINOUS MUSIC* ~:eek:
She was an extraordinary woman, like a second mother to me. :angel:
But, for our own part, it was not Greek to us, and the Ides changed everything. As cowards die many times before their end, while the valiant never taste death but once. Therefore we cried 'Havoc,' and once more, let slip the dogs of war!
CmacQ
It is no matter, let no image be hung as trophies won. Now we'll all about, fit to drive away the vulgar from the streets, so do you as well, where you perceive them thick. These growing feathers plucked from mighty wings will make us fly no ordinary pitch. Who else would soar above the view of common men and keep us all in servile fearfulness? Rejoice, the Ides of Mars has come.
CmacQ
ah, this brings me back to my good ol' english lit days....
Why, man, he bestrides the narrow world as a Colossus, and we but petty men walk under his huge legs and peep about to find ourselves dishonor. Men at some point are masters of their fates: The fault, dear friends, is not in our stars, but in ourselves, that we are such minor underlings.
CmacQ