FOR A COLOSSAL CUNT

Chato 24 July 2006 1 minute read

How do I hate thee John?
Let me count the ways...

How do I hate thee? Let me count the ways.
I hate thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I hate thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I hate thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I hate thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I hate thee with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I hate thee with a hate I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, --- I hate thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! --- and, if God choose,
I shall but hate thee better after death.
.oOo.

Pithy Quote

On May 15th 1870, Edward Kelly (age 15) was brought up before Dr Heath and Mr Perry in the Benalla Court on a charge of Highway Robbery Under Arms. The prosecution applied for a remand of seven days in order to gather their witnesses. The remand was granted and young Kelly was taken back to the lockup. During the hearing, the court was crowded with an audience who come to watch the fate of the young bushranger. It was described by the press how Kelly would look around the courtroom and smiled with a sense of bravado and he assumed a 'jaunty air'. While in his cell, it was reported that he 'sang like a bird' and evidently considered himself a character to be admired.