Sailing To Byzantium

That is no country for old men. The young
In one another’s arms, birds in the trees
—Those dying generations—at their song,
The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas,
Fish, flesh, or fowl commend all summer long
Whatever is begotten, born, and dies.
Caught in that sensual music all neglect
Monuments of unaging intellect.

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229 Responses to Friday

  1. Haruko Haruhara says:

    Next, No. 8 is going to drink a Bosco. 😀

  2. Snoyoda says:

    I do enjoy seeing Ghostery block out tracking programs. Some sites run as high as 14 programs. NSA bugs over ride it all I bet… read last week how Microsoft allowed a back door entrance program to the government on all operating systems. Scary how pervasive all this spying is.

    • Caller no. 8 says:

      The genie is out of the bottle. It’s incumbent upon all of us to be watchful of actions taken with the information. I’m not certain that guidelines won’t be just another facade.

      • Snoyoda says:

        Indeed. These bastids are like nosy neighbors listening in on conversations. But so much more sinister. I do not trust the gubmint on any level. It can always be used against us in the wrong hands. Hey NSA, kiss my patuba! What’s that knock on the door? No, I didn’t say that!!

    • Haruko Haruhara says:

      ♪♫ “We know where you’ve been… “♪♫

  3. Caller no. 8 says:

    This Morn’ Omnia ~ Nevi’im (God’s Zoo)

  4. Snoyoda says:

    Good night friends. Gotta get to work early. Again.

  5. Caller no. 8 says:

    Blu Mar Ten ~ Grey Area

  6. Caller no. 8 says:

    John Roberts ~ Paper Frames

  7. Caller no. 8 says:

    Pumpkin hour, PDT. Hugs to all.

    Caller out.

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