The cuckoo's a pretty bird, she sings as she flies. She brings us good tidings, tells us no lies. She sucks the little birds' eggs to keep her voice clear, And when she sings "cuckoo!", the summer draws near. As I walked down by the side of a bush I heard two birds whistling, the blackbird, and the thrush. I asked them the reason so merry they be, And the answer they gave me, we are single, and we are free. A-walking, a-talking, a-walking was I, To meet my true lover, he'll come by and by, To meet him in the meadows is all my delight, A-walking and talking from morning 'til night. Meeting is pleasure but parting is a grief And an inconstant lover is worse than a thief. A thief can but rob me and take all I have, But an inconstant lover, sends me to the grave. And the grave, it will rot me, and bring me to dust, An inconstant lover, no maiden can trust, They'll court you, and kiss you, and vow they'll be true And the very next moment, they'll bid you a-dieu. The cuckoo's a pretty bird, she sings as she flies, She brings us glad tidings, tells us no lies, And when her time is come, her voice we don't hear, And where she goes, we do not know, until another year.
Moral of the story: whatever we do, Power will always consider us wrong. We will always be at fault in his eyes, even if we submit to his diktat: the definition of fascism.
Este es uno de los mejores episodios, uno que me hace pensar, que asi es como va despues de la muerte para alguien que se suicida. Tiene que estar repitiendo lo mismo una y otra vez. Este concepto creo que fue sacado de uno de los libros de Robert Monroe, donde dice que él encontro una mujer joven que era una princesa que le confeso que ella moria una y otra vez lanzandose de un acantilado. Resulta que cada personaje que él iba encon trandose en situaciones similares, era él mismo. Y hasta que los rescataba, ellos dejaban de repetir esa muerte. Debe ser terrible pasar mucho tiempo repitiendo ese acto. La vida es un misterio.
Este episodio nos habla de la vida, del grupo familiar en el que nacemos una y otra vez. Donde cada miembro se va turnando en diferente role. El que fue padre, luego pasa a ser hermano, el que fue tio, pasa a ser hijo, y asi sucesivamente vamos tomando nuevo role en el grupo familiar. Y luego pues, asi como tratamos a nuestros padres, hijos, abuelos, tios etc., asi nos trataran a nosotros tambien. Todo lo que sale de nosotros, vuelve de nuevo a nosotros. Si damos amor, nos volvera amor, damos odio, nos volvera ese odio. Un gran episodio, un remake de otro anterior en blanco y negro.
This Gel cud sing a folk song...mi duck ...and i was born down the meadows ..crocus street ..just off london road... and proud to be an Englishman..now in my 60s..
I've had the Vanguard "Best of" for almost fifty years. It's all great, but this song especially tears me right up. Oh, Buffy, you are a great soul, a mahatma!
The Spa scene does a genuinely good job showcasing what many guys would probably do the second they could be "invisible", but it genuinely makes the women sympathetic and even he's disgusted by what he did because of how uncomfortable and afraid they are.
Me when I'm offered an better opportunity in life to do something good for others, I'm scared of the responsibility if I fail to help those people. It's not selfishness,it's fear of failure to do good.
In the long run, this would only make one worse. If a society ceases to acknowledge an individual, then the individual owes nothing to society. There's not exactly any further deterrent that can be applied, when the whole world has become little more than one's own reality TV show.
