Comte De Monte Cristo

Here rests the thoughts of an immortal, making of what the world hath thrown at him.

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"My dear count," cried Morcerf, "you are at fault--you, one of the most formidable logicians I know--and you must see it clearly proved that instead of being an egotist, you are a philanthropist. Ah, you call yourself Oriental, a Levantine, Maltese, Indian, Chinese; your family name is Monte Cristo; Sinbad the Sailor is your baptismal appellation, and yet the first day you set foot in Paris you instinctively display the greatest virtue, or rather the chief defect, of us eccentric Parisians,--that is, you assume the vices you have not, and conceal the virtues you possess."

Tuesday, October 24, 2006

And the more I think ,,,,

You shine where you stand...And the more I think of you the more I think long. As she laid her hand on me and this she did say: It will not be long, love, 'til our wedding day. You're the first girl I courted, You're the one put my heart in a snare. And if ever I should lose you to another I would swim over the deepest ocean ... for my true love to find. If we meet again, 't will be by chance. If I said I'd marry you ut was only for to try you. So bring your witness love and I'll not deny you. As you from your crimes would pardon'd be, let your indulgence set me free.

Siuil, siuil, siuil a ruin
Siuil go sochair agus siuil go ciuin
Siuil go doras agus ealaigh liom
Is go dte tu mo mhuirnin slan

Guess... how did I do it? What exactly is it?

posted by Purry The Magnificent | 12:59 AM

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