(no subject)
*manages to look a bit more respectable after that*
*founds his medicinal needles in his left pocket* :)
*and his flying daggers in his right* |:D
*winds up in the library**gets a leeeetle bit lost*
*absently picks up a book*
*In Reading gaol by Reading town
There is a pit of shame,
And in it lies a wretched man
Eaten by teeth of flame,
In a burning winding-sheet he lies,
And his grave has got no name.
And there, till Christ call forth the dead,
In silence let him lie:
No need to waste the foolish tear,
Or heave the windy sigh:
The man had killed the thing he loved,
And so he had to die.
...
*very, very slowly closes the book*
*and very very gently slips it back where it belongs*
*finds a sign-post that points to the history section*
*smiles*
*walks there jumping up and down on his conscience rearing its ugly head*
The Ballad of Reading Gaol, by Oscar Wilde
*founds his medicinal needles in his left pocket* :)
*and his flying daggers in his right* |:D
*winds up in the library**gets a leeeetle bit lost*
*absently picks up a book*
*In Reading gaol by Reading town
There is a pit of shame,
And in it lies a wretched man
Eaten by teeth of flame,
In a burning winding-sheet he lies,
And his grave has got no name.
And there, till Christ call forth the dead,
In silence let him lie:
No need to waste the foolish tear,
Or heave the windy sigh:
The man had killed the thing he loved,
And so he had to die.
...
*very, very slowly closes the book*
*and very very gently slips it back where it belongs*
*finds a sign-post that points to the history section*
*smiles*
*walks there jumping up and down on his conscience rearing its ugly head*
The Ballad of Reading Gaol, by Oscar Wilde