Mia bella.

“Before I spill the things I mean to hide away, or gouge my eyes with platitudes of sentiment, I’ll drown the urge for permanence and certainty; crouch down and scrawl my name with yours in wet cement.”

G-Unit.

I’ve undertaken something of a project of reading some half-dozen plays by Shakespeare over the next little while, and beginning with Richard III, I come across this piece of dialogue that I simply love:

“He hearkens after prophecies and dreams;
And from the cross-row plucks the letter G,
And says a wizard told him that by G
His issue disinherited should be;
And, for my name of George begins with G,
It follows in his thoughts that I am he.”

Spoken by Clarence, I.i 56-61.

Bobbyisms.

“Not too far outside of London there’s a little hamlet called Mapleton. Blink and you’ll miss it, it’s little more than a spot on the side of the road, but it does have one unique feature: the world’s first and only (I’m hoping) taxidermy and cheese shop.

“Right off the bat, I know what you’re thinking, it does sound like a weird combination. But in all fairness, we’re outsiders to the world of taxidermy; how do we know the cheese isn’t a by-product of the whole process? And likewise, how can we be sure that other taxidermists around the world aren’t kicking themselves right now for not thinking of the idea first?

“‘Aww, maaaan! I don’t believe this!! Why didn’t- how did that one get by us?? Here we are, we have all this cheese matter, and we’ve just been throwing it away?? Come on!!’”