Today's Stichomancy for Rose McGowan

Read your Darwin, my boy. Read your Weismann. _[He goes to the sideboard for a drink of lemonade]._

MRS TARLETON. For shame, John! Tell him to read his Bible.

TARLETON. _[manipulating the syphon]_ Whats the use of telling children to read the Bible when you know they wont. I was kept away from the Bible for forty years by being told to read it when I was young. Then I picked it up one evening in a hotel in Sunderland when I had left all my papers in the train; and I found it wasnt half bad. _[He drinks, and puts down the glass with a smack of enjoyment]._ Better than most halfpenny papers, anyhow, if only you could make people believe it. _[He sits down by the writing-table, near his

Psalms 102: 7 (102:8) I watch, and am become like a sparrow that is alone upon the housetop.

Psalms 102: 8 (102:9) Mine enemies taunt me all the day; they that are mad against me do curse by me.

Psalms 102: 9 (102:10) For I have eaten ashes like bread, and mingled my drink with weeping,

Psalms 102: 10 (102:11) Because of Thine indignation and Thy wrath; for Thou hast taken me up, and cast me away.

Psalms 102: 11 (102:12) My days are like a lengthening shadow; and I am withered like grass.

Psalms 102: 12 (102:13) But Thou, O LORD, sittest enthroned for ever; and Thy name is unto all generations.

Psalms 102: 13 (102:14) Thou wilt arise, and have compassion upon Zion; for it is time to be gracious unto her, for the appointed time is come.

Psalms 102: 14 (102:15) For Thy servants take pleasure in her stones, and love her dust.

Psalms 102: 15 (102:16) So the nations will fear the name of the LORD, and all the kings of the earth Thy glory;

Psalms 102: 16 (102:17) When the LORD hath built up Zion, when He hath appeared in His glory;

Psalms 102: 17 (102:18) When He hath regarded the prayer of the destitute, and hath not despised their prayer.

The Tanach

hour), and he would develop to its highest the conception of Philip, when he made Aristotle the tutor of his son Alexander. The consequences of that attempt were written in letters of blood, over half the world; Ptolemy would attempt it once more, with gentler results. For though he fought long, and often, and well, as Despot of Egypt, no less than as general of Alexander, he was not at heart a man of blood, and made peace the end of all his wars.

So he begins. Aristotle is gone: but in Aristotle's place Philetas the sweet singer of Cos, and Zenodotus the grammarian of Ephesus, shall educate his favourite son, and he will have a literary court, and a literary age. Demetrius Phalereus, the Admirable Crichton of his time,

you put your hand on my tail and say I've got a pretty tail.'

The grin came flickering on his face.

'That!' he said.

Then he sat thinking.

'Ay!' he said. 'You're right. It's that really. It's that all the way through. I knew it with the men. I had to be in touch with them, physically, and not go back on it. I had to be bodily aware of them and a bit tender to them, even if I put em through hell. It's a question of awareness, as Buddha said. But even he fought shy of the bodily awareness, and that natural physical tenderness, which is the best, even between men; in a proper manly way. Makes 'em really manly, not so

Lady Chatterley's Lover