At 09:39 27/04/00 +0200, Håkan Anderson Klinte wrote:
>David, I should have known, of course, that you meant that sea, of course.
>A sort of wine-coloured homeric sea with eternal rosy sunsets.
>And the pubs as lighthouses.
>/HA
Yup, Hakan, that's the one (that's told a tale o'er ale in winter's
lighthouses). A stitherum for some or an on-licence for poets for others:
>SCENE III.
>Bohemia. The seacoast
>Enter ANTIGONUS with the CHILD, and a MARINER
>
> ANTIGONUS. Thou art perfect then our ship hath touch'd upon
> The deserts of Bohemia?
david
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