Tuesday, 13 November 2007

call me insatiate

Call me Ishmael, wild donkey of a man. In a selfish maelstrom was I flung headlong across the aethereal sky; from hyperion to satyr insatiate I fell.

mashed sauces

The first sentence mashes Melville's wonderful opening line to Moby Dick, with the Angel's prophecy to Hagar, Abraham's slave about her son, Ishmael.

The second sentence follows as a non sequitur: a mash of the famous line from Milton's Paradise Lost where God throws Satan out of heaven, with an equally famous line from Hamlet's "How stale the world is" soliloquy, in which he describes his disgust with uncle's political machinations.

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