This is a world of terrible hardship, everywhere. And I search for words to put you at ease. But there, in the looking-glass, a kite is soaring, stilling my warring heart and my trembling knees.
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Number OneThis is a world of terrible hardship, everywhere. And I search for words to put you at ease. But there, in the looking-glass, a kite is soaring, stilling my warring heart and my trembling knees.
Over at Dissent, Michael closes the book on Quentin Tarantino
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
and never brought to mind ?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
and auld lang syne ?
For auld lang syne, my jo,
for auld lang syne,
we’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.
And surely ye’ll be your pint-stowp !
and surely I’ll be mine !
And we’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.
We twa hae run about the braes,
and pu’d the gowans fine ;
But we’ve wander’d mony a weary foot,
sin auld lang syne.
We twa hae paidl’d i’ the burn,
frae morning sun till dine ;
But seas between us braid hae roar’d
sin auld lang syne.
And there’s a hand, my trusty fiere !
and gie’s a hand o’ thine !
And we’ll tak a right gude-willy waught,
for auld lang syne.
For auld lang syne, my jo,
for auld lang syne,
we’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.
—Macbeth, III.iv
YES!
yesssssss