Friday, June 11, 2010

Juliet


(The Singing Butler by Jack Vettriano, Scottish
painter, born 1951)

When one is smitten, the center of the universe shifts.

JULIET

How did the party go in Portman Square?
I cannot tell you; Juliet was not there.

And how did Lady Gaster’s party go?
Juliet was next to me and I do not know.

~ Hilaire Belloc (1870-1953), French-born poet, essayist and historian, who became a naturalized British citizen and even served as a Member of Parliament for five years
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