"It is related of a Nis, who had established himself in a house in Jutland, that he used every evening, after the maid was gone to bed, to go into the kitchen to take his groute, which they used to leave for him in a wooden bowl.
One evening he sat down as usual to eat his supper with a good appetite, drew over the bowl to him, and was just beginning, as he thought, to make a comfortable meal, when he found that the maid had forgotten to put any butter into it for him. At this he fell into a furious rage, got up in the height of his passion, and went out into the cow-house, and twisted the neck of the best cow that was in it. But as he felt himself still very hungry, he stole back again to the kitchen to take some of the groute, such as it was, and when he had eaten a little of it he perceived that there was butter in it, but that it had sunk to the bottom under the groute. He was now so vexed at his injustice toward the maid, that, to make good the damage he had done, he went back to the cow-house and set a chest full of money by the side of the dead cow, where the family found it the next morning, and by means of it got into flourishing circumstances."
You know, I heard a few songs a long time ago.. Yaldabaoth, Towline, Glass turns to sand, Paratrooper and some others. I have to say they saved me more than once... when the bands i use to listen begin to sound all the same i listen to your music. So, thank you for that. I'll keep visiting your space... By the way, we have the same surname :) Weee paisano!
i realize that you may not be able to effectively tell me how you are feeling by typing, so you should probably call me when you get a chance. i worry.
I hope all is well with you. Mrs. Planet would love to hear from you. Tell her not to be mean to the Captain. Your Great-Niece(You're that old?)grows rapidly. Our thoughts are with you!
Howdy, my favorite in-law-brother. Is Austin taking on the smell of Uptight Disco Dallas? The last time I was there the TOLLWAYS had spread to those parts from Northern Tejas. It gives me a warm fuzzy to know my great grandchildren's children will still be paying for them. Give us a holler out this way every blue moon.
