I'm sure that no one noticed, but the title of my previous post was actually supposed to be an allusion to the prologue of The Canterbury Tales by Geoffrey Chaucher, which was alluding to some nice Greek mythology. So I guess I was really alluding to Greek mythology too.. But anyways, the first eighteen lines of the Prologue goes a little something like this:
WHAN that Aprille with his shoures soote,
The droghte of Marche hath perced to the roote,
And bathed every veyne in swich licour,
Of which vertu engendred is the flour;
Whan Zephirus eek with his swete breeth
Inspired hath in every holt and heeth
The tendre croppes, and the yonge sonne
Hath in the Ram his halfe cours yronne,
And smale fowles maken melodye,
That slepen al the night with open ye,
(So priketh hem nature in hir corages:
Than longen folk to goon on pilgrimages,
And palmers for to seken straunge strondes,
To ferne halwes, couthe in sondry londes;
And specially, from every shires ende
Of Engelond, to Caunterbury they wende,
The holy blisful martir for to seke,
That hem hath holpen, whan that they were seke.
And basically Zephirus is an inspirational force to many, and so I thoughted it would make an appropriate title for my previous post. If no one gets it though and everybody thinks I'm crazy because it seems so random, then I'll have no fun right? But congrats to those of you who did understand the reference ;)
Friday, September 30, 2011
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