The blue spring wood irises and the brother lilac heard from the passing bees of the poisoned city earth and lamented the majestic buffuloes who used to graze them so rapaciously; the crocodile needle fish yearned for the sudden flash of the lithe pike, now fattened and sluggished by dungy waters; the iridescent but weary pigeons forgot to eye skywards for the absent raptors.

“No b. notes for me, thank you, they look too freshly minted. I prefer the patina of gold”. “But that is just a conspiracy” said Miss Vicky Bedia to Simple Simon. “O but I shall keep my gold, all the same, I just feel safer with it, your know, its just a gut feeling, a matter of trust and people do so hanker after it in these corona times” remarked S.S. confidantly.

Said the wise man, “If you’re not talking to each other before your marriage, you certainly won’t be afterwards.”

Said the sitizen, “O but when I’ve got my house, my wife, my kids, the stores are full and my pie’s not in the sky, I’ll do my bit for the Lord of the Worlds”.

Said the Lord of the Worlds, “It is an enormous abhorrence in My eyes to say something which you do not do”.

His indications for the wayward IT wayfarers: if man makes a model it will be but of himself; carpe diem also helps, but beware – remember to switch off at chinese traffic lights.

Computer headaches may be beneficial in rearranging habits too easily recognised by those robocops. The reflected image from a far-off object is in focus for him, but not perhaps for them.

“The so-kalled salafeez are constipated of speech and not unlike the village puritans of bourgeois taste”, he claimed, swigging from the bottle. “They are however, and thank the Lord, neither of the right or left.” “O come now, said his compagnon, laying down his Mirror, surely they’re of the right?” “But what of their inclination to ressentiment?” he retorted in deadly earnest – remember Lady Gregory’s motto: “To think like a wise man, but to express oneself like the common people.

We had pointed out to them yonks ago that Aydolfus had attained Macht

via the b. box, but insan, the pupil of the eye, forgets. Who were they? The mygrant kontrol volks.

Pascal was mired in doubt but nevertheless he was wily enough to

encourage folk to the deen at that time, knowing it would enrich them in the dunya and the akhira. So take heed you rucksacked cravatted townies aspiring to success: health, strength, balance and riches are contained therein.

The moment tells all; but more so time tells.

No busques la fama
ni siquiera busques la primavera en invierno
sino más bien la Mesa de as-Samad.

Y las madres pueden labrar la tierra después del parto, pero es mejor esperar un mes lunar.

Orhan Gazi batıya gittiğinde borsa ve kağıt liranın dünyasının sona erdiğini görmek için mi?

The Capo of Ketama soon came to see the newcomers, but losing interest in the poor pickings and the lack of trade he spread himself jointly, speaking in humble recognition of the hegomony of the king’s sister over the grass fields; no wonder then that later a mere half a pound interested the taxi-driver in acquiring his minor cut from the local cop-shop; and that kept officialdom and the local curious court in pay for a while.

The Qadi is to wait a full lunar before inserting the ahkam between people new to him – to acquire a minimum of ‘urf and akklimatization:

tutherwise too long a wait congeals the ties to the locals making decisions pénible –

like the Capo di Mistley, fresh from Essex way, only to find the omertà was there unknown: “But surely you see its alive and kicking in new coloured clothes.”

He depth-charged the sea of the murid’s nafs to see how the lay of the land was when his bits from the heavens fell back to the waves in the pre-ordained pattern.

He needed more living space, dared not say Lebensraum: and then it came, the relief of the idhn from der Qual der Wahl, the space beyond space.

And wanted to enter the indented fjord-like coastline of the west – rather than the smooth map of the east – where the big waves were.