Monday, October 15, 2007

My comfort

So, I shall let Shakespeare's Henry V. speak for me:

My comfort is that old age, that ill layer-up of beauty, can do no more spoil upon my face.


  1. :) No doubt, James, it can!

    This quote was a whimsical birthday present I received via email by a friend of our daughter, which gave me a good laugh.
    Now, posting it without any annotation is due to my sometimes strange sense of humour.

    But again, James: Yes, it can! Seriously! :)