Er right.. not a big fan of space travel. ^^;;Uh... huh.
Is that a quote from a book? Sounds biblical in a sense.^Cannot take from me the "daily bread of the eyes"
I'm not?^ isn't one to question the motives of an H-bomb totin' cowboy.
Although the "daily bread" thing probably does come from the Biblical quote, this one's actually by Ralph Waldo Emerson. However, where exactly it was from (poem, essay, book), I don't know.Is that a quote from a book? Sounds biblical in a sense.
^May or may not have ever gone outside and found that it smelled like tea![]()
Er, well not if the person in question is a reckless rednik pilot of an ancient [50 years old] Bomber Aircraft...I'm not?But I live in this world too, and if some guy wondering around with a nuke might mess it up for the rest of us....
Ah Emerson! Good man he was. -researches-Although the "daily bread" thing probably does come from the Biblical quote, this one's actually by Ralph Waldo Emerson. However, where exactly it was from (poem, essay, book), I don't know.
Source
Journal, May 18, 1843
Nothing is dead. Men & things feign themselves dead and endure mock funerals & mournful obituarites and there they are looking out of the window hale & hearty in some new strange disguise. Plato is not dead. I know well the eyes through which he still looks; Jesus is not dead, he is very well alive; nor Rabelais, nor Montaigne, nor Swift, not Scaliger, nor Calvin, nor Becket; I have seen them all, & they have seen me, & I could easily tell the names under which they now pass. O aye, he takes my cat for a griffin. The Sky is the daily bread of the eyes. What sculpture in these hard clouds; what expression of immense amplitude in this dotted & rippled rack, here firm & continental, there vanishing into plumes & auroral gleams. No crowding; boundless, cheerful, & strong.
Although I don't remember them, I'm pretty sure my siblings and I tried to make some when we were little.^ may or may not have set up mind-numbingly complex Rube-Goldberg Machines in the course of her lifetime.
I'm not sure exactly what kind, but it just struck me as "tea." Maybe a cross between leaves (we have a bunch of trees out front) and Lipton's?!
If its foggy, it must be earl grey.
If its springy, it must be chamomile.
If its nippy, it must be mint!
If its balmy, it must be chai.
If its snowing...tea? well um it appears its Hot Cocoa.
Oh, I remember that. Though it seems it was toting him, not vice versa (at least in that scene)....eh, I was watching Dr. Strangelove last night; apparently one of the best satires about the Cold War Era. The way the scene played out was in fact the classic scene of the cowboy ridin' down a nuke. Everything leading up to that part, it seemed as if nobody had a choice in the matter.