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Mm. I think I'll be running a bit of game; I have a slightly alternate version of Beth's Superior Soap Opera to inflict upon the players. It should be interesting to hear their reactions. (Well, I'll find it interesting, at least. Otherwise -- all players are masochists, aren't they? Of course they are.)

Appointment with dentist tomorrow. Insert usual prayers.

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The Gates of Damascus

[...]

This is the song of the North Gate's master,
Who singeth fast, but drinketh faster.

I am the gay Aleppo Gate: a dawn, a dawn and thou art there:
Eat not thy heart with fear and care, O brother of the beast we hate!

Thou hast not many miles to tread, nor other foes than fleas to dread;
Home shall behold thy morning meal and Hama see thee safe in bed.

Take to Aleppo filigrane, and take them paste of apricots,
And coffee tables botched with pearl, and little beaten brassware pots:

And thou shalt sell thy wares for thrice the Damascene retailers' price,
And buy a fat Armenian slave who smelleth odorous and nice.

Some men of noble stock were made: some glory in the murder-blade;
Some praise a Science or an Art, but I like honorable Trade!

Sell them the rotten, buy the ripe! Their heads are weak; their pockets burn.
Aleppo men are mighty fools. Salaam Aleikum! Safe return!

[...]

-- James Elroy Flecker