Postby kezmondo » Tue Oct 30, 2007 12:01 am
Oh My God. I wish I could afford tickets, for one, and besides I wouldn't be able to get there anyway.
Hush, the babies are sleeping, the farmers, the fishers, the tradesmen and pensioners, cobbler, schoolteacher, postman and publican, the undertaker and the fancy woman, drunkard, dressmaker, preacher, policeman, the webfoot cocklewomen and the tidy wives. Young girls lie bedded soft or glide in their dreams, with rings and trousseaux, bridesmaided by glowworms down the aisles of the organplaying wood.
::Under Milk Wood by Dylan Thomas::