lord monochrome


Meeting a good friend, Lord Byron by Babis Kavvadias
Via Flickr:
Oh Rome! my country! city of the soul! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, Ye! Whose agonies are evils of a day – A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. Byron’s “Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage”, Canto IV, Stanza LXXVIII

Jude: So why are we doing this again…?

Milla: To answer questions for the curious of course, Jude! ….Though I’m not certain who you are…

Ludger: Uh. don’t worry about it?

[Askbox is now open! Finally. I’ll close it after 20 questions, should it come to that.]