Ah, the simple and majestic bean bag; this stalwart of youth, this icon of a slackadaisical generation, like a sceptered isle of laziness awash in the mellow fruitfulness of simpler days.

“Take him for better or worse,” added Mr. Lee, “and I think he is the strangest and most inconsistent man I ever saw.” “Inconsistent!” resumed Mr. Jones. “He is worse than inconsistent. Inconsistencies may be pardoned as constitutional defects …”

Shepheard I take thy word, And trust thy honest offer’d courtesie, Which oft is sooner found in lowly sheds With smoakie rafters, then in tapstrie halls, And courts of Princes […]

In the afternoon, Magda and I went out to purchase some gifts: perfume for Ezili and a bottle of rum for the ounfò.