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Re: Re: Kabu
I just like a glass of dry white wine thank you with food of course....and if it is real hot a G&T thank you.
posted by
Kabu
on January 25, 2015 at 4:51 PM
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Re: mneme
Hi mneme, nice to see you back again . Pronounced Vinyeah my speaking dictionary. English of course . Practise it in the mirror first. Hope that you are OK/
posted by
C_C_T
on January 25, 2015 at 10:51 AM
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Sounds like a very nice interlude, and I enjoyed reading it.. Ciel has put it well, little vignettes.. I must remember the word for another time.
posted by
mneme
on January 25, 2015 at 9:49 AM
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Re: I really enjoy these little vignettes of your life.
Yes something to ponder over Ceil. I dare not mention stars to Arthur or I have to repeat the planets around our own sun.
posted by
C_C_T
on January 24, 2015 at 11:30 PM
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Re: Kabu
What's your's Ma'am , no sorry we don't do iced Coke. Well you always were starry eyed.
posted by
C_C_T
on January 24, 2015 at 11:25 PM
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Re: I think I shall just choose to forget the science
Pat we need hope and the stability of dreams, or nothing would amount to much.
posted by
C_C_T
on January 24, 2015 at 11:21 PM
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Re:Jimmy
Yes not the best mate to have on board. Perhaps he was only a pilot.
posted by
C_C_T
on January 24, 2015 at 11:19 PM
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I suppose it is all relative to early impressions FS. When one is nursed by a computer it will just seem natural.
posted by
C_C_T
on January 24, 2015 at 11:17 PM
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Re: Naut
As long as one does not get too close Naut.
posted by
C_C_T
on January 24, 2015 at 11:15 PM
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CCT
Stars may have lost their magic, but little of their mystery...:)
posted by
Nautikos
on January 24, 2015 at 8:07 PM
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I did not live in a war zone growing up. For me, I remember thinking how far advanced we were technologically speaking. Looking at today, those days of yesteryear seem to be primitive...I like the symbolism behind the stars.
posted by
FormerStudentIntern
on January 24, 2015 at 6:40 PM
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All times are 'modern times' I would think. I suppose it's all relative to the age. Perhaps it's a good thing he was there, sitting outside that pub, rather than in that Flying Fortress. His bombs may have gone askew . . . 
posted by
JimmyA
on January 24, 2015 at 2:22 PM
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I think I shall just choose to forget the science
on a starry night, forget I'm looking through time into the distant past at worlds that have already flamed out, and make my wishes anyway. Until the answer returns across that universe, I'll still have hope they might come true.
posted by
Pat_B
on January 24, 2015 at 2:12 PM
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The moment in time from the pub is so real....and the poem...well the stars still hold magic for me.
posted by
Kabu
on January 24, 2015 at 12:38 PM
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I really enjoy these little vignettes of your life.
And the poem reminds me of a little book called A SPACE CHILD'S MOTHER GOOSE.
Not in that book but running around Case Technical Institute next door to my university was this one:
Scintillate, scintillate, globular vivific--
Fain would I fathom thy nature specific.
Overhead hanging in ether capacious
Strongly resembling a gem carbonaceous,
Scintillate, scintillate, globular vivific--
Fain would I fathom thy nature specific.
posted by
Ciel
on January 24, 2015 at 11:25 AM
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