tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10178279.post8594726794285553925..comments2024-03-28T05:13:13.921-04:00Comments on Books, Inq. — The Epilogue: Thought for the day ...Frank Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18410473158808750903noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10178279.post-76760982360866823622009-05-18T23:59:56.479-04:002009-05-18T23:59:56.479-04:00So beautiful.So beautiful.jonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10178279.post-12850783726350354602009-05-17T15:41:00.000-04:002009-05-17T15:41:00.000-04:00Whoa . . . Read the first line and started to git ...Whoa . . . Read the first line and started to git all jellis about it thinking (well, never mind what I thought) . . .<br /><br />On a day such as this, with an honour like this (remembering our no-nodes on similes), I only wish my mom were still among us; I know she'd be emailing the entire world, she'd be so proud :) . . .<br /><br />Thank you for this one, Frank, I think you just made my life; and, for that, I count the horseshoes on my arse.<br /><br />Funny, innit, how such a small space can occupy such a large place in terms of improving one's outlook when one — that is, this one — had been feeling next-door-to-bereft. I'm abso-obvo going to put up a link to this on my mortal portal page in perpetuity. You, My Dear Friend, rocket!<br /><br />Jf/ox<br />p.s. Had a note from Daphne (who missed Robin's burial proper because of a pressing personal matter); but, she did attend the wonderfully jouissance-packed wake . . .Judith Fitzgeraldhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15630731762216185341noreply@blogger.com