From Romeo & Juliet by William Shakespeare
‘Tis but thy name that is my enemy;
Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.
What’s Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot,
Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part
Belonging to a man. O, be some other name!
What’s in a name? that which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet;
So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call’d,
Retain that dear perfection which he owes
Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name,
And for that name which is no part of thee
Take all myself.
There’s not much you can do with a Blackberry mobile phone image other than embrace its limitations and get Shakespeare in.
Southend-on-Sea yesterday afternoon. Once I start walking down the High Street I nearly always end up at this end, otherwise what’s the point:
I could be on a shopping street nearly anywhere with all the homogeneous shops. Having said that, Southend-on-Sea has its own particular qualities, apart from this view, that I suspect are not shared throughout the land.
As I took this snap yesterday the High Street and cliffs resounded with some almighty and persistent barking. A rather magnificent grey and black bull mastiff type dog wearing a collar covered in metal embellishments had been tied to the ornamental railings outside the Royal Hotel and was carrying on. No sign of an owner. I wonder if he’s still there.
I took this the other day, on the day there was an outbreak of dalmatians.
Today the dog walk was two labs, a poodle and a growly lurcher. The old warrior Billy was confined to barracks with a bandaged paw. We managed to get round without him but it was not quite the same. His old lab mate Max has gone, and has been replaced with Jasper.
No wonder “the sky was on the floor” as my friend put it.