There was a time when I waited for Sunday. After a week of work, and I worked hard, a day of rest was very welcome. I loved to sleep. I am not an atheist, and I go to church maybe once a year for midnight mass on Christmas eve. So I'm not a churchgoer basically. Therefore Sundays did not mean that I was seated in the pews in church listening to the pastor's sermon. The pastor, in fact, would not recognise me until my sister, who goes more often to church, introduced me as her brother after Christmas Eve mass. I also had a problem sleeping and would lie awake at nights trying desperately trying to fall asleep. I tried counting sheep and it never worked. I also tried those sleeping videos on YouTube. I listened \ and felt bored. They were not music I was familiar with and they kept my eyelids firmly apart. Even a safe tranquillizer that my doctor prescribed did not have any effect. The on...
What would have happened should Humpty Dumpty not fallen off the wall? In the first place H.D., as fragile as he is, should not have been sitting on a wall. Even if he was, there should have been no cause for him to crane his gross neck to look at his toes. He would not have been able to anyway because of his bloated circumference. Merely gorging to become bloated is end justifying the means as Machiavelli said or did not . And, the result? End to end flab of the highest order. Then, let us take the case of Mary and the little lamb. Why in heavens name a lamb? Why not a dog or cat which are accepted pets around the home. But then I forget that she is from a rustic background. A proper female country bumpkin! I wonder if she says 'Baa' instead of a simple 'Hello'. Imagine her boyfriend complimenting her. "You're so beautiful!" "Baa!" "You have such a lovely voice!" "Baa!" "Will you marry...