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Well, LJ is still good for one thing: reading reactions to the new series of Doctor Who. :)
Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this sun of York;
And all the clouds that lour'd upon our house
In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths;
Our bruised arms hung up for monuments;
Our stern alarums chang'd to merry meetings,
Our dreadful marches to delightful measures.
Grim-visag'd war hath smooth'd his wrinkled front,
And now, instead of mounting barbed steeds
To fright the souls of fearful adversaries,
He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber
To the lascivious pleasing of a lute.
But I-that am not shap'd for sportive tricks,
Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass-
I-that am rudely stamp'd, and want love's majesty
To strut before a wanton ambling nymph-
I-that am curtail'd of this fair proportion,
Cheated of feature by dissembling nature,
Deform'd, unfinish'd, sent before my time
Into this breathing world scarce half made up,
And that so lamely and unfashionable
That dogs bark at me as I halt by them-
Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace,
Have no delight to pass away the time,
Unless to spy my shadow in the sun
And descant on mine own deformity.
And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover
To entertain these fair well-spoken days,
I am determined to prove a villain
And hate the idle pleasures of these days.
Plots have I laid, inductions dangerous,
By drunken prophecies, libels, and dreams,
To set my brother Clarence and the King
In deadly hate the one against the other;
And if King Edward be as true and just
As I am subtle, false, and treacherous,
This day should Clarence closely be mew'd up-
About a prophecy which says that G
Of Edward's heirs the murderer shall be.
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"I found Astrid Kirrchher as well. She was still living in the same flat in Hambug. The walls of the place were black. She was wearing all black clothes, and she had black candles. She was still in mournning for Stuart. She was working as a dancer in a lesbian club. She was working at the bar, and if anyone wanted to dance with her, then she would do it. She had never given interviews to anyone and she had lost touch with the other Beatles, so she was a lost soul."
The most promising island was called Leslo, which had a small fishing village, four beaches (one each) and 16 acres of olive groves. And it only cost ninety grand! Derek Taylor worked out that they could pay back the entire cost by exporting olives for the next seven years. "We're all going to live there," said John enthusiastically, "perhaps forever, just coming home for visits. Or it might be six months a year. It'll be fantastic -- all on our own little island. There's some little houses on there which we'll do up and knock together. It will be amazing. We'll be able to just lie naked in the sunshine together. There will be no hassles with the police because there won't be any police. The kids won't bother us because there won't be any kids. We can set a studio up and just make our albums, swim about in the Aegean and get stoned." Even Paul was pretty keen: "I suppose the main motivation for that would be that no one could stop you smoking. Drugs was probably the main reason for getting some island, and then all the other community things that were around then - 'Oh, we'll paint together. We'll do this. I'll chop wood.'"
Plans were drawn up to buy it on the 26th, but because of the currency restrictions in force at the time, it was illegal to take so much money out of the country, so they had to seek special dispensation frm the Chancellor of the Exchequer. He duly gave permission, but only up to a total of ninety-five grand. He then sent them a cheeky letter, saying: "But not a penny more... I wonder how you're going to furnish it?" Alistair Taylor said: "They allowed us to spend the £90,000, but wouldn't sanction the extra expense necessary to build homes and the planned recording studio. We battled on for weeks and got lawyer's opinions, drafted appeals, and tried to recruit support for the purchase. Then Neil came to me with the news that The Beatles were fed up with all the aggro and wanted to forget the whole thing."