I make it to my 500th post
. It kinda seems appropriate to take a deep breath and review things at this (semi) momentous point and perhaps jot down a few philosophical observations which may be of interest to fellow members of the IW community........
On the other hand
SODDIT!!!!!!
It's been fun, and (generally) laughs all the way and I can genuinely say that I have never regretted joining this community and look forward to my next 500 contributions.
I wondered what I could do to mark the occasion in a fitting manner, and decided that the best way was to share a poem that kind of captures the spirit of carefree escapism which is one of the main pleasures of coming here.
The Land of Counterpane by
Robert Louis Stevenson
WHEN I was sick and lay a-bed,
I had two pillows at my head,
And all my toys beside me lay
To keep me happy all the day.
And sometimes for an hour or so
I watched my leaden soldiers go,
With different uniforms and drills,
Among the bed-clothes, through the hills;
And sometimes sent my ships in fleets
All up and down among the sheets;
Or brought my trees and houses out,
And planted cities all about.
I was the giant great and still
That sits upon the pillow-hill,
And sees before him, dale and plain,
The pleasant land of counterpane.
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Regards
Mouse
[This message has been edited by Mouse (edited 09-01-2001).]