Cosmos wrote:
"Especially when she comes home with a donkey. (We used to be roommates ... I know these things)."
Ouch! I forgot about that, you got a mind like a steal trap! I recall the little donkey very well, and the big strapping suspender wearing logger that led me and the little donkey home. Of course late at night in cranbrook, one can see just about anything, this is after all lotusland. Once I even saw someone ski past me on 14th ave, early in the morning, with a long link of bratwurst around his neck...going for breakfast I guess.
I loved the clopping sounds the little donkey made on the sidewalk, it sounded just like two coconuts clapping. Ah! good old Cranbrook, what fun eh??
I shall impersonate ... a man.
Come, enter into my imagination, and see him:
Boney, hollow faced, eyes that burn with the fire of inner vision.
He conceives the strangest project ever imagined ...
To become a knight errant
And sally forth into the world, righting all wrongs!
Hear me now, oh thou bleak and unbearable world
Thou art base and debauched as can be!
And a knight with his valors all bravely unfurled
Now hurls down his gauntlet to thee!
I am I, Don Quixote,
The Lord of LaMancha,
My destiny calls, and I go!
And the wild winds of fortune
Shall carry me onward ... To wither so ever they blow ...
Wither so ever they blow ...
Onward to glory I go!
I'm Sancho, yes, I'm Sancho
I'll follow my master till the end ...
I'll tell all the world, proudly,
I'm his squire ... I'm his friend.
Hear me heathens, and wizards, and servants of sin:
All your dastardly doings are past!
For a holy endeavor is now to begin
And virtue shall triumph at last!
I am I, Don Quixote,
The Lord of LaMancha,
My destiny calls, and I go!
And the wild winds of fortune
Shall carry me onward ... To wither so ever they blow ...
Wither so ever they blow ...
Onward to glory I go!
