The Flea

If I were a cartoon character I'd be a schoolgirl samuri, complete with plaid skirt and knee high socks...or at least that's what Thea and I decided. Also, concluded: Roald Dahl is one of the best children's authors of last century.

As for A Night in the Orient I was still suffering from a blue funk due to sleep deprivation, work overload, and living on a depressed campus ready for collapse. (Milton claims one should fall into one's moods of both mirth and depression. I'd rather feel normal but I'm not one of England's most celebrated poets) Anyway, I still experience a feeling of triumph when recalling the dance because I went with a very handsome Irishman and there was no one I would have preferred dancing with. One dance in particular was rather interesting as we had a triumpherate of sexual harrassment as John (not so much his date) Justin and Mel, attacked Sean and I on the dance floor. I was incredibly shocked that anyone other than Louise would pinch my bottom. (for clarification it was Mel who so violated me, not one of the guys) Anyway, Sean and I acted entirely out of self-defense.

And now another poem for Torie:

THE FLEA.
by John Donne
MARK but this flea, and mark in this,
How little that which thou deniest me is ;
It suck'd me first, and now sucks thee,
And in this flea our two bloods mingled be.
Thou know'st that this cannot be said
A sin, nor shame, nor loss of maidenhead ;

Yet this enjoys before it woo,
And pamper'd swells with one blood made of two ;
And this, alas ! is more than we would do.
O stay, three lives in one flea spare,
Where we almost, yea, more than married are.
This flea is you and I, and this
Our marriage bed, and marriage temple is.
Though parents grudge, and you, we're met,
And cloister'd in these living walls of jet.

Though use make you apt to kill me,
Let not to that self-murder added be,
And sacrilege, three sins in killing three.
Cruel and sudden, hast thou since
Purpled thy nail in blood of innocence?
Wherein could this flea guilty be,
Except in that drop which it suck'd from thee?
Yet thou triumph'st, and say'st that thou
Find'st not thyself nor me the weaker now.
'Tis true ; then learn how false fears be ;
Just so much honour, when thou yield'st to me,
Will waste, as this flea's death took life from thee.