I like things. I like people. I especially like the lady person pictured above. I am over-fond of text. Books, television, films, poetry, theatre. I will post Roman things, mythology things, Sherlock, Doctor Who, Buffy (and Angel and Firefly and Dr. Horrible and Dollhouse), Stephen Sondheim, My Little Pony. ee cummings gets an automatic reblog. Oh, I knit, too. Just never enough.
vix te sum nactus
et hoc delirum
sed hic numerum
voca me forsan
Dr. Sheldon Cooper
A love of wooing, sighing, patt’ring hearts
In flushéd bosoms some deem excellent.
No greater cause, say they, than having spent
The ransom of a king on fruited tarts
And other such confections, stones, and carts
Pulled by fine horses. All those of that bent
Have poorly judged, and their emotions rent
And reason tattered, shorn by Cupid’s darts.
Chaste love, indeed, is wond’rous to possess,
But consummated love is better still;
For children come of th’ act of love that was.
No greater joy, say I, than child’s caress;
And greatest truth that man can e’er distil:
In progenie immortalitas.