“An honest tale speeds best plainly told.”
Shakespeare’s Tragedy of King Richard the Third (IV.iv.349)
Saints and more important, santos. Saints come marching home.
Begs the question:
Don’t it?
Just words, nothing more.
Along those lines:
I love it when I read my own horoscope, and when it saves me from peril and doom. Case and point, this week’s Sagittarius scope. I was headed in from fishing and I stopped at the big super sporting goods store, I needed: fishing line, hooks, weight. Maybe some catfish bait. In the fishing pole aisle, I started to look at some surf rods. 8 and 10 foot poles, perfect for surf fishing, good rod maker, good deal, an 8-foot model was only, like $20, and I could fit it, where? My coastal plans have changed, as the promoter moved the event, and I’m overrun with work that weekend, so it’s not like I’d be using this kind of fishing rod anytime too soon. Not in earnest.
But that was a good price. Even better, though, was the advice.
