“Man’s greatest tragedy is that he can conceive of a perfection which he cannot attain.” – Lord Byron(Jerome MacGann) She found me roots of relish sweet, And honey wild, and manna-dew,And sure in language strange she said— ‘I love thee true’. She took me to her Elfin grot, And there she wept and sighed full sore,And there…
Category: Indra’s Aaromale
Indra’s Aaromale #1 – A Love Story of Cockroaches, Cigarettes and Curly Chest-Hair.
“Man’s greatest tragedy is that he can conceive of a perfection which he cannot attain.” – Lord Byron(Jerome MacGann) O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms, Alone and palely loitering? The sedge has withered from the lake, And no birds sing. O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms, So haggard and so woe-begone? The squirrel’s granary is full, …
