By the Air Whereon They Ride:
The other night I took one of the few cabs in the city where the driver didn't try to convince me to vote for FPJ or Ping. Instead the manong made the most cryptic remarks:
Come what come may
Time and the hour runs through the roughest day...
until I figured out where he was coming from. When for instance he said to beware because there is one presidential candidate who would call on:
...spirits
That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here,
And fill me from the crown to the toe top-full
Of direst cruelty! make thick my blood;
I know who he won't vote for.
This entry was posted by eeksypeeksy
on Wednesday, March 10, 2004 at 12:37 PM.
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