"Wading neck deep in a swamp, your revolver is neither use nor ornament until you have had time to clean it" Mary H. Kingsley (1897)

The Ghosts Of Christmas Shopping

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As the decades slip past, Christmas shopping can be strangely poignant:

Ghosts of Christmas Past, that we think lie safely buried, merely rest.

They are always ready to be conjured up.

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“My fiftieth year had come and gone,

I sat, a solitary man,

In a crowded London shop,

An open book and empty cup

On the marble table-top.”

From Vacillation IV,  by William Butler Yeats (1865 – 1939)

 

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2 responses

  1. They seem free to roam at will …

    December 20, 2010 at 9:24 pm

    • Yes, but I am determined to keep them on a short leash!

      December 20, 2010 at 9:29 pm

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