Tuesday, December 23, 2008

Nunc Lento Sonitu Dicunt, Morieris.

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

I liked your description of the smell-taste of the place. What did you say? Chalk, metal and raw meat?

(sounds a bit like the Langside Lounge {au'd'nidge also includes linseed oil, garlic armpit, and nutmeg})

Lorne Roberts said...

google tells me this bit of latin means:

"Now, this bell tolling softly for another, says to me: Thou must die."

shan random said...

someone once told me that the only good language is a dead language.

Anonymous said...

Death is just another step among many.