Quoting from a hymn he was in the process of writing, poetic young Isaac Watts smoothly feeds his lady friend a line as to why they should “gather ye rosebuds why ye may”! —
“The busy tribes of flesh and blood,
With all their lives and cares,
Are carried downwards by thy flood,
And lost in following years.
“Time, like an ever-rolling stream,
Bears all its sons away;
They fly forgotten, as a dream
Dies at the opening day.”
The romantic Spell was broken, however, when a mass of wriggling tadpoles inopportunely took that moment to sweep en masse along the brook. The couple both took it as a sign to put the brakes on things, before the inter-action became inter-lewd and ended up becoming inter-something else.
“Great minds …” etc. etc.
said warty bliggens
what the universe
has done to deserve me
I have a number of books by Martin Gardner and Douglas Hofstadter. I don’t fully understand everything they discuss concerning mathematics, but I get a strange exhilaration that polymaths such as they are enjoy cavorting in their playgrounds of the mind and can explain it in enjoyable text and graphics. They appeared to me as “mathenauts” in another universe (the title BTW of a collection of stories with mathematics themes). To me Mathematics is mystical, and those who understand and wield the spells are wizards.
“It’s funny … you didn’t LOOK Jewish.”
All things that grim her are not guilt.
A mongoose appetizer: Snake in a Blanket.
That’s ankh-olutely Amazon! Or must I be Nile-istic?
Cogito, ergo consume … ice cream.
A male plugger resists getting suspenders until his pants fall down in public.