I once saw a quote in one of the larger used books stores (long ago bought out and driven out of business by that wyrm Ouroboros, eater of its own tail, named Amazon)

“To add a library to a house is to give that house a soul.”
― Marcus Tullius Cicero

Oh, I stole T.J Cliffe’s Odin cattle quote and added it to my list also!

“Cattle know when they ought to go home, and they leave the pasture; but the foolish man never knows the measure of his own stomach.” – Odin – Norse God


Cattle, milk cows at least, are easily trained, heading in to be milked when their udders get too heavy and full with milk, usually in the mornings.
Till the cows come home.

I could dance with you till the cows come home. On second thoughts, I’d rather dance with the cows till you came home. (Duck Soup) Groucho Marx
Groucho Marx was never one to pass up an opportunity for a play on words and this occurs in his dialogue of the 1933 film Duck Soup:

Alas, poor Beowulf! I knew him, TJ Cliffe, a fellow of infinite
jest, of most excellent fancy. He hath bore me on his back a
thousand times, and now how abhorr’d in my imagination it is!

Something is rotten in the state of Old English.

(mixing in some Bardic lines, and looking forwards to the new Shakespeare movie ANONYMOUS

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, which implies the Bard was not real but merely concocted! which would make his quote so very true:
“All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players: they have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages.”)

There’s a reason he says “state of Denmark” rather than just Denmark: the fish is rotting from the head down—all is not well at the top of the political hierarchy.

So much so in most if not all governments these days. Many are the rants I have felt and posted.
So easily I digress, and leave so many in distress.

See T.J. Cliffe’s review of Beowulf: A New Verse Translation at Goodreads


I think I was in North Carolina, smack dab in the middle of the Great Dismal Swamp, on the Pasquotank River, in the City of Elizabeth (hows that for a tie in to Elizabethan times) when I first struggled my way through Beowulf, back in ’77 or ’78. The City Fathers in their wisdom filled in the Swimming Pool, as they did not approve of “their” Children swimming with the “other” Children, so no Children could swim was their solution to equality and desegregation. Everyone was expected to trot on down to the swim in the muddy brown sludgy cypress juice, copperhead, water moccasin, alligator, snapping turtle, malaria bearing mosquito larva, leech infested semi solid fluids they labelled the “River”. I’m sure Grendel’s mother would have felt right at home.

See photos at http://www.fws.gov/northeast/greatdismalswamp/

Cypress on Lake Drummond 1. Credit: USFWS

Seeing as how you couldn’t really see anything until it surfaced or chomped down on your extremities I think there might of been a few things what swam and slithered in them thar waters which Adam did not see to know to name.

Cypress at Lake Drummond 3. Credit: USFWS

But enough for now, time for blasphemy and besmirchment of the “Opiate of the Masses” (by that other Marx Brother, Karl, NOT!) some other time, or in some other time, when their is time for time, or is it time times time, time cubed, or time rooted?

Oh to be able to root through and loot the British Museum’s hidden stores. All roads may lead to Rome, but the originals are in London.