“Be still, be still, my soul; it is but for a season: Let us endure an hour and see injustice done.”

Gallo, cuius amor tantum mihi crescit in horas quantum vere novo viridis se subicit alnus…

Venit et agresti capitis Silvanus honore florentis ferulas et grandia lilia quassans I promised to myself that I would leave the above, but the most beautiful poem ever written demands otherwise, Virgil’s Tenth Eclogue, it should not be less popular than it is.

Mopso Nisa datur: quid non speremus amantes? Iungentur iam grypes equis, aevoque sequenti cum canibus timidi venient ad pocula damnae

His selling point to me was “the women there have huge asses” I mean sure why not?

Just sold Ecstasy to a couple of Libyan and Sudanese guys #Yookay Tbf the Libyan guy was a very well groomed tourist from Tripoli who said he loved Gadaffi so I assume he’s rich as fuck. The Sudanese guy gave me his number to call about a tour company his brother runs in Zanzibar

RIP

At Lord’s for day 5 of the England - India test. What a morning session!

WE SHALL NOT WE SHALL NOT WE SHALL BE MOVED Just like our team THAT'S GONNA WIN THE FA CUP WE SHALL NOT BE MOVED https://t.co/p9LmkuOuE4

At last we have our revenge @fitzr1122

WELL WE'RE HOT SHOT TOTTENHAM WE ARE THE SUPER SPURS EVERBYODY KNOWS WE'RE THE FOOTBALL CONNOISSEURS

WE SANG IT IN FRANCE AND WE SANG IT IN SPAIN WE SANG IN THE SUN AND WE SANG IN THE RAIN THEY TRIED TO STOP US BUT LOOK WHAT IT DID THE THING I LOVE MOST IS BEING A YID BEING A YID BEING A YID THING I LOVE MOST IS BEING A YID

60s Vilayat Khan is just disgustingly virtuosic. None of the cerebral restraint of his later years, just pure music making. Absolutely disgustingly brilliant.

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The Sun at noon to higher air, Unharnessing the silver Pair That late before his chariot swam, Rides on the gold wool of the Ram. So braver notes the storm-cock sings To start the rusted wheel of things, And brutes in field and brutes in pen Leap that the world goes round again.

Agreed, the finale to act II of Figaro is the greatest musical achievement ever made.

Listening to the Marriage of Figaro on the radio. Very hard to believe anyone has ever written music superior to the Act II Finale.

I’ll sell my rock, my reel and tow My guid grey mare and my hawkit cow To buy and sell a tartan plaid And follow the laddie wi a white cockade

My love was born in Aberdeen The bonniest laddie that you’ve ever seen But now he’s making my heart full sad He’s taking to the field wi’ a white cockade

Se divisi fummo in terra Ne congiunga il nume in ciel 😢 Lucia di Lammermoor really is the perfect opera. Just pure soap opera schlock sustained by banger set piece after banger set piece https://t.co/ValhorgAfD

“I saw the battle, sair and teugh, And reekin-red ran mony a sheugh; My heart, for fear, gaed sough for sough, To hear the thuds, and see the cluds O' clans frae woods, in tartan duds, Wha glaum'd at kingdoms three, man.” https://t.co/NYNjpYQjUX