Gakked from several others
Jan. 29th, 2008 10:43 pm
Singing Demon, singing demon! Parting is such sweet sorrow
I'll sing the blues until it be tomorrow.
Which work of Shakespeare was the original quote from?

Singing Demon, singing demon! Parting is such sweet sorrow
I'll sing the blues until it be tomorrow.
Which work of Shakespeare was the original quote from?
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Date: 2008-07-22 02:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-07-23 12:58 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-07-23 07:20 am (UTC)thought of itnoticed the pattern.First you get the villages saying "this bit is ours" and telling horror stories about the village down the road and fighting the village over the hill. The ones they can just about get at by a few days journey in good weather.
Then they invent the wheel or domesticate the horse or something and they get kingdoms about the size of two good pastures, the village over the hill gets turned into neighbours and they start fighting the ones that are a few days journey away by horse.
Then they get coaches, the kingdoms get bigger and they start trying to fight the strangers that they can only reach by a few days journey by boat. The French and English kept it up for centuries. The Romans went everywhere, way back, but there's mostly that critical time and distance.
It's gone sour on you, now. If you'd found Martians you'd have a world government and a whole new war...
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Date: 2008-07-23 05:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-07-25 07:44 pm (UTC)Google gave me a summary but it don't rhyme.
It's the opposite to the best cure for Gorfsnibbless
(a galuphing beast as prolific as tribbles.)
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http://community.livejournal.com/theatrical_muse/8670863.html
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Date: 2008-07-27 12:56 pm (UTC)Gorfsnibbless? I haven't heard of those.
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Date: 2008-08-13 02:43 am (UTC)