Ah, the ides of March are upon us. > Happy Birthday Amit!
Caesar Who is it in the press that calls on me? I hear a tongue shriller than all the music Cry "Caesar!" Speak. Caesar is turned to hear.
Soothsayer Beware the ides of March.
Caesar What man is that?
Brutus A soothsayer bids you beware the ides of March.
Caesar Set him before me; let me see his face.
Cassius Fellow, come from the throng; look upon Caesar.
Caesar What say'st thou to me now? Speak once again.
Soothsayer Beware the ides of March.
Caesar He is a dreamer. Let us leave him. Pass.
(Julius Caesar 1.2.15-24)
Posted by paul at March 15, 2004 05:29 PMYay! I'm loved.
Thanks, Arlie. It warms my heart that you out-geeked me by wishing me a happy birthday on your blog. And I, schmuck that I am, forgot your birthday. Well, I think I'll go remedy that.
Thanks Arlie,
and Rheagan,
and Lucas (coochie coochie coo!).