Life in couplets.

No one is whorier,
Than miss Victoria.

I'm quite the poet, no?
Today, in classics, we were trying to make couplets about eachother. It was quite fun, and that one about Vicky is the best. We also drew a cyclops with a small penis and saggy boobs. A very productive lesson.

Ok, I'm going to give this post some direction and focus, now I've given the title some relevance.
English has gotten me thinking lately. This term was spent on a book study, for which our teacher chose the classic, William Golding's, Lord of the Flies. I'm not a huge fan of the book, but it is an interesting enough study. The concepts and ideas are great, so although I didn't enjoy reading it, to the extent that I haven't finished it so close to the end of term, I do enjoy the discussion of the book.
Golding is a huge cynic. He has no faith in humans. I never had much faith in humans, either. We are really not a very nice species. We commit premeditated murder... We are the only species that remains friendly with it's prey until the time it is killed... I find both of those things difficult to fathom. To steer clear of hypocrisy, I don't do either of those things. Like the majority of people, I wouldn't kill another person, but on the other count I am in a minority. Why do most people find it ok that they could have been thinking how cute their dinner was in that field a few days before eating it? Even to the extent of people eating the species they keep as pets. Lots of fish eaters are fish owners. Facts like these sadden me.
Rant over. I may include a series of my opinions on themes in the book in future postings.

For now, farewell.