POST: 2011-06-24T15:39:47+05:30

We all go through life wearing spectacles coloured by our own tastes,our own calling,and our own prejudices,measuring our neighbours by our own tape measure,summing them up according to our own private arithmetic.We see subjectively not objectively,we are capable of seeing,not what there is to be seen.It is not wonderful that we make so many bad guesses at that prismatic thing,the Truth!

POST: 2011-06-23T11:43:55+05:30

I fancy too have my professional way of looking at things and am disposed to judge men,not by what they do but by the skill they have in the use of words.I know when an artist comes into my house,he sizes me up from the pictures on the wall and when upholsterer comes he places me according to style of chairs and the quality of carpet or as when the gourmet comes he judges by the cooking.....

POST: 2011-06-17T15:54:43+05:30

In Shakespeare we can see the Mirth of a roystering Falstaff,calculating devilry of Warwickshire Iago,Pity of Hubert,Perplexity of Hamlet,Swagger of Ancient Pistol,Bucolic simplicity of cousin silence,Mingled nobleness and baseness of Macbeth,Agony of Lear,sweetness of many a maiden who walked by Avons banks in ancient days and lived again in the Portias,Rosalinds of his mind.