tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096884235079668296.post8978356950365438223..comments2023-10-08T11:12:33.841+03:00Comments on Excursions in words and occasional photographs...: What did he want of me?John Fosterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06269579852499589966noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096884235079668296.post-48989193347177471632010-09-20T20:09:14.271+03:002010-09-20T20:09:14.271+03:00How disconcerting, John. A short round man at noo...How disconcerting, John. A short round man at noon becomes elongated and thin by late afternoon, and then disappears at nightfall (unless of course the moon betrays his presence). <br />But then.........<br />'Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard of no more' (Stratford Will)DavidWhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13889103880130539051noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096884235079668296.post-13756393986338906272010-09-20T12:29:00.457+03:002010-09-20T12:29:00.457+03:00Perhaps if you see him again, you might ask. Very ...Perhaps if you see him again, you might ask. Very enjoyable John...The Flying Tortoisehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09212913610390768373noreply@blogger.com