Peace cannot be achieved through violence, it can only be attained through understanding. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson If you judge people you have no time to love them. ~Mother Teresa
Not bad, actually. "You get what you want and treat the art of revenge like a lover you do not see nearly enough."
This is a great story, I always liked it. It has actual roots in the history of the plague -- the business with the rats, of course, but also something more sinister: children were being cajoled or stolen outright out of their villages with promises of opportunities, to replenish the decimated work force on large estates or in the cities (plague deaths took out as much as 25 to 30 percent of the population in some areas). Most of the children worked under terrible conditions and many were never seen again.
Molly Hunter, the great scottish writer for children and young adults, describes this in her essay "The Pied Piper Syndrome."
May the Irish hills caress you. May her lakes and rivers bless you. May the luck of the Irish enfold you. May the blessings of Saint Patrick behold you.
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To watch us irish dance is to hear our hearts speak! Life... is like a grapefruit. It's orange and squishy, and has a few pips in it, and some folks have half a one for breakfast. Douglas Adams A woman is like a tea bag- you never know how strong she is until she gets in hot water. Eleanor Roosevelt
If you think you can hold me down I beg to differ If you think you can twist my words I'll sing forever
Tha gach uile dhuine air a bhreth saor agus co-ionnan ann an urram 's ann an còirichean. Tha iad air am breth le reusan is le cogais agus mar sin bu chòir dhaibh a bhith beò nam measg fhein ann an spiorad bràthaireil
If you think you can hold me down I beg to differ If you think you can twist my words I'll sing forever
There's a dear little plant that grows in our Isle Twas St . Patrick himself, sure, that set it; And the sun of his labour with pleasure did smile, And with dew from his eye often wet it. It grows through the bog, through the brake, through the Mireland, and they call it the dear little shamrock of Ireland.