Sitting in Michael's Lap
A weeping angel -- what a priceless description of death ...
walt, what you lack in quantity and frequency you make up twofold in quality and depth of thought. Post just as often as you like, and no more -- I have learned to relish the rare pleasure of reading your work.
Full fathom five thy father lies,
Of his bones are coral made,
Those are pearls that were his eyes;
Nothing of him that doth fade
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange...
--William Shakespeare, from The Tempest