Bobby and Ri: Books, Life and Love.

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

ab astris, ad sidera

"...the scene had changed before my eyes into something significant, elemental..."
The Great Gatsby - F. Scott Fitzgerald

Thursday, April 14, 2011


Drink to me only with thine eyes,
And I will pledge with mine;
Or leave a kiss but in the cup,
And I'll look not for wine.

The thirst that from the soul doth rise
Doth ask a drink divine;
But might I of Jove's nectar sup,
I would not change for thine.

I sent thee late a rosy wreath,
Not so much honouring thee,
As giving it hope that there
It could not withered be.

But thou thereon didst only breathe,
And sent'st it back to me,
Since when it grows and smells, I swear,
Not of itself but thee.

-Ben Jonson.

Friday, April 1, 2011

Virtual Particles

"He studies too much for words of four syllables... "
Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen