Mojo, The Bard, & Me

 

Today’s Totally Random Lines

 

Property was thus appalled,

That the self was not the same;

Single natures double name,

Neither two nor one was called.

 

Narrator

The Phoenix and the Turtle   Lines 37 - 40

 

Well, let’s see. I believe this is the last time we’re going to visit this poem. It’s my fourth visit, and the poem is only sixty-seven lines long, and it’s not just that. This poem is confusing and convoluted, and nobody knows what Will's talking about. Even G.B. Harrison thinks so. In reference to this poem he says it is difficult and enigmatical, and no one has yet offered any satisfactory interpretation of its inner meaning.

So there!

Why are we messing with it? Not sure, but we won’t be in the future.

 Finito.

You heard him: Finito!