The fat lady has advanced way beyond the scales. She has adjusted her horned hat, shifted her spear, taken a surreptitious cloud of throat spray and taken a deep breath and quick as a cat can wink her eye will be singing her sweet song.
I see where Beagles was confused about the content, in transposing from my fb page I had somehow dropped the snippet of Gerard Manly Hopkins. Here it goes:
And though the last lights off the black West went
Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs —
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.
I hope that makes everything clear.
Other than that I don't see what was so hard to understand, but sometimes I just get jiggy with it.
Is Beagles hinting that maybe I have watched to much coverage of the election? Probably guilty.
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