The large white owl that with eye is blind,
That hath sate for years in the old tree hollow,
Is carried away in a gust of wind.
I wish I knew more people who watch MST3K. Like, I try and explain it to people but it needs to be experienced firsthand. Because as simple as the concept is people still don’t get it.
We watch it! Reblog if you watch it too!
I have all the DVDs!
For people reblogging this, please include your favourite episode as well. Mine is a tie between ‘Red Zone Cuba’ and ‘Time Chasers’.
In sleep he sang to me; in dreams he came… that voice which calls to me and speaks my name. And do I dream again? For now I find the Phantom of the Opera is there, inside my mind!
Do you ne’er think what wondrous beings these?
Do you ne’er think who made them, and who taught
The dialect they speak, where melodies
Alone are the interpreters of thought?
Whose household words are songs in many keys,
Sweeter than instrument of man e’er caught!
Where now the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing?
Where is the helm and the hauberk, and the bright hair flowing?
The adoption one! I hadn’t seen that one before! Via theartofanimation:
I posted a vintage advertisement for glasses that featured a dashing cat in spectacles. I pointed out that I would buy anything if an illustrated cat was selling it.
It happened again… This ad is from 1902 and the adorable kitten wants me to buy all my silks from there and the kitten is so cute I will. I WILL buy all my silks from Corticelli and I may even ask for the ‘lessons in embroidery’ because it’s free.
Much like a subtle spider, which doth sit
In middle of her web, which spreadeth wide:
If aught do touch the utmost thread of it,
She feels it instantly on every side.
Lilith in the Darkness East of Eden
Lo! darkness bends down like a mother of grief
On the limitless plain, and the fall of her hair
It has mantled a world.
While I have already posted ways of communicating with a suitor with one’s parasol or fan, the final piece in the ‘non verbal communication’ trio is the glove.
I find it interesting that the gesture for ‘I love you’ is to drop both gloves. The pairs of gloves I own are so nice I would never purposefully drop them on the floor, lest someone should tread on them.
Also, depending on the cut of the gloves, turning them inside out could make one look utterly ridiculous.