Full fathom five thy father lies,
Of his bones are coral made,
Those are pearls that were his eyes,
Nothing of him that doth fade,
But doth suffer a sea-change,
into something rich and strange.
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell,
Hark! now I hear them, ding-dong bell.
Friday, December 9, 2011
It's finals time. I have many papers due in not many days. Tea is called for. The mismatched china matches the mismatched bits in mah mahnd.