Monday, March 27, 2006

The Wisdom of Henry #91

Never send to know for whom the belle tolls; She tolls for me, Henry the Adequate. What else did you expect?


Now is the time for all good men, and women, to visit my tenant, the Troll Baby. Well, actually, she's the mother of the troll baby, but you get the idea, or you will, when you visit. Go on then.

5 Comments:

Blogger LETS TALK said...

Thanks for the feedback on my site. I hope that I've fixed it now.

7:08 am  
Blogger Lorraine said...

Henry and belle...works! Have a nice little death :)

5:02 pm  
Blogger Ben said...

lets talk:
You're welcome.

lorraine:
Fear is the little death. Henry does not fear - not even the Bene Gesserit can scare Henry.

10:42 pm  
Blogger Lorraine said...

I hate to argue with someone so damn good...wait, no, I can argue.
The little death is you know, that word you use frequently that start with f and has 4 letters + ing.

the Bene Gesserit? surely you jest!

10:52 pm  
Blogger Ben said...

I refer to Dune:

"I must not fear.
Fear is the mind-killer.
Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration.
I will face my fear.
I will permit it to pass over me and through me.
And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path.
Where the fear has gone there will be nothing.
Only I will remain."

The Litany Against Fear

11:21 pm  

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