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August 13, 2006


What a wonderful vignette.

I love that last line. "...past the cows that made the milk that made the cheese." It reads like poetry, or a nursery rhyme, and there's a lot of significance in its simpllicity.

Looks like you've found a new route into Canada... what a joy a good cheese shop is.

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Who was Cassandra?

  • In the Iliad, she is described as the loveliest of the daughters of Priam (King of Troy), and gifted with prophecy. The god Apollo loved her, but she spurned him. As a punishment, he decreed that no one would ever believe her. So when she told her fellow Trojans that the Greeks were hiding inside the wooden horse...well, you know what happened.