The Pernicious Influence of Python

So, we have a general election approaching. Just felt that needed mentioning once, in case anyone thought I've been living in a hole at the back of beyond. I probably shan't mention it much unless I manage to stumble on something that's been generally missed: other people will be far more eloquent and informative about it, and my own opinions aren't necessarily in a broadcastable state.

Today's discovery has been that I am incapable of reading Shelley's The Cloud seriously because Monty Python's Philosopher's Song keeps getting in the way. What a heathen I am.

I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers,
From the seas and the streams;
I bear light shade for the leaves when laid
In their noonday dreams.
David Hume could out-consume
Schopenhauer and Hegel,
And Wittgenstein was a beery swine
Who was just as schloshed as Schlegel.

Incidentally, and this is not a plea for attention, has my last post (friendslocked, about books) appeared? Anyone on my friends list who is a real live person, at least nominally, should be able to see it. I've been fiddling with filters to separate live people from dead people and things that are more like communities, and I wanted to check I hadn't messed it up somehow.