"When I was young, I was driven to despair during vacations by the boredom of obvious things. In my old age, finding myself in the tropics, I already knew that I had always searched for medicine against this horror, which lasts because it means nothing. To give a meaning, any, only to get out of this bovine, perfectly indifferent, inert reality, without aims, strivings, affirmation, negation, like an incarnated nothingness."
—Czeslaw Milosz, Road-Side Dog
Sirs, we must not be seduced by all this fine living. However munificent our captor, we are still prisoners. And with every second that passes, we lose yet more ground on Red Dwarf. Lister:
You're right, Kryten. Cat, caviar niblet. [is passed the food and eagerly snacks on it]
Bucks fizz. [is passed the drink and pours himself a glass]
Let's talk about how to get out of this hellhole.
"I too, am a prisoner— in a prison of silk and gold"
"You've chosen a magnificent prison, but it is a prison nonetheless."
"Seen above holding in a snot stream of sadness he planned to release for the cameras if the judge actually hit him with the maximum punishment, Oscar Pistorius was finally sentenced today for shooting his girlfriend Reeva Steenkamp to death through a toilet room door. Judge Thokozile Masipa, who found him guilty of culpable homicide (which is basically manslaughter to us hos in the US) last month, sentenced him to 5 years in the clink. To put that time in perspective, it took me longer to read
The Guardianís entire article about his sentencing...His Olympic career is probably done, so now he can spend all his time on fancy house arrest writing a book titled IF I Murdered Her."