the bliss of solitude

"sorry for putting my foot in your face i want more french fries." - a little girl at my restaurant, to her sister, when asked to apologize by their mother.  

NO ONE try to use my piece of mail from 'the economist'!

"daffodils" by william wordsworth



i wandered lonely as a cloud
that floats on high o'er vales and hills,
when all at once i saw a crowd
a host, of golden daffodils;
beside the lake, beneath the trees,
fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

continuious as the stars that shine
and twinkle on the milky way
they stretched in never-endling line
along the margin of the bay:
ten thousand saw i at a glance,
tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

the waves beside them danced: but they
out-did the waves the sparkling waves in glee:
a poet could not be but gay,
in such a jocund company:
i gazed--and gazed--but little thought
what wealth the show to me had brought:

for oft, when on my couch i lie
in vacant or in pensive mood,
they flash upon that inward eye
which is the bliss of solitude;
and then my heart with pleasure fills,
and dances with the daffodils.

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it is an unpleasant feeling, slipping into old habits.