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  • Was this the face that launched a thousand ships?
    2017/11/27 10:18:24
  • Though yet of Hamlet our dear brother’s death
    The memory be green, and that it us befitted
    To bear our hearts in grief and our whole kingdom
    To be contracted in one brow of woe,
    Yet so far hath discretion fought with nature
    That we with wisest sorrow think on him
    Together with the remembrance of ourselves.
    Therefore our sometime sister, now our queen,
    Th’ imperial jointress to this warlike state,
    Have we -- as ‘twere with a defeated joy,
    With an auspicious and dropping eye,
    With mirth in funeral and with dirge in marriage,
    In equal scale weighing delight and dole –
    Taken to wife.
    2017/11/26 4:21:07
  • Sylvia,
    The color (or the mix of the colors) of rainbow is the color of gay people. Do you know the story behind it, or has there ever been one?
    I am just wondering why.
    2017/11/25 1:33:25
  • Now is the winter of our discontent,
    Made glorious summer by this son of York,
    And all the clouds that loured upon our house,
    In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
    Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths,
    Our bruised arms hung up to monument,
    Our stern alarum changed to merry meetings,
    Our dreadful marches to delightful measures.
    2017/11/22 9:45:02
  • Two households, both alike in dignity,
    In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,
    From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
    Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
    From forth the fatal loins of these two foes,
    A pair of star-crossed lovers take the life,
    Whose misadventured piteous overthrow
    Doth with their death bury their parents' strife.
    The fearful passage is their death-marked love,
    And the continuance of their parents rage,
    Which but their children's end naught could remove,
    Is the two hours' traffic of our stage.
    The which, if you with patient ears attend,
    What shall miss here, our toil shall strive to mend.
    ...
    (Two hours later)

    A glooming peace this morning with it brings,
    The sun, for sorrow, will not show his head.
    Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things.
    Some shall be pardoned, and some punished,
    For never was a story of more woe,
    Than this of Juliet and her Romeo.
    2017/11/21 10:48:35
  • So oft it chances in particular men
    That for some vicious mole of nature in them—
    As in their birth (wherein they are not guilty,
    Since nature cannot choose his origin),
    By the o'ergrowth of some complexion,
    Oft breaking down the pales and forts of reason,
    Or by some habit that too much o'erleavens
    The form of plausive manners—that these men,
    Carrying, I say, the stamp of one defect,
    Being nature's livery or fortune's star,
    Their virtues else (be they as pure as grace,
    As infinite as man may undergo)
    Shall in the general censure take corruption
    From that particular fault. The dram of evil
    Doth all the noble substance of a doubt
    To his own scandal.
    (Hamlet, Act 1, Scene 4)
    ****
    Sylvia,
    This is what I was talking about.
    2017/11/21 3:47:39
  • Sylvia,
    In all these cases I have been talking about, China's superiority is the very cause of China's own undoing.
    It is the core part of Shakespeare's tragedies, that heroes, due to the failure of overcoming the inherent flaws in their own nature, oft fall short of what they would otherwise might have accomplished.

    This may explain part of what I said on 786 楼.
    2017/11/21 1:53:15
  • Now is the winter of our discontent
    Made glorious summer by this son of York.
    And all the clouds that loured upon our house
    In the deep bosom buried.
    Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths
    Our bruised arms hung up to monument,
    Our stern alarum changed to merry meetings,
    Our dreadful marches to delightful measures.
    2017/11/17 10:27:43
  • Sylvia,
    I am not sure if you have noticed. When the issue between China and India arose, I made a prediction about how it would end or at least calm down.
    You know what? it did exactly as I had predicted.
    I attribute this to my reading of Shakespeare's works and some good lucks.
    2017/11/15 9:34:17
  • Sylvia,
    Sometimes I wonder if all other restaurant would have to run for cover and eventually close up for good once my 红烧肉铺子 is open for business. This mere idea alone scares me and  thus gives me pause.
    Unlike 一路一带,taking no prisoner is not my style, and in my opinion, nor the proper way to treat people and the world.

    2017/11/15 9:23:48
  • 784楼Sylvia:
    Don‘t really know, the food critics said it‘s good, but he says yummy to all the food he put on the program. It‘s a bit oily to me, but you love 红烧肉,so you might like it.
    2017/11/15 8:17:33
  • Sylvia,
    What about Champs the chicken? I don't think I have ever tried it before.
    Or I might have yet cannot recall.
    2017/11/14 9:53:41
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