| Author | Message | ||
| Balin (Balin)
New member Username: Balin Post Number: 14065 Registered: 4-2010 |
Sickness killed her. | ||
| Lynne (Lynne)
New member Username: Lynne Post Number: 5041 Registered: 12-2000 |
Mr Sickness?? Or even Mrs Sickness? (Pronounced Sicknay) | ||
| Balin (Balin)
New member Username: Balin Post Number: 14071 Registered: 4-2010 |
Mr Sickness?? Or even Mrs Sickness? (Pronounced Sicknay) That's a regular Nay to those questions ;-) | ||
| Kayleetonkslupin (Kayleetonkslupin)
New member Username: Kayleetonkslupin Post Number: 4128 Registered: 9-2010 |
a surfeit of cheezburgur? (kaylee kitteh hopes nawt) Her = H/A/F? H/T/F? H/C/F? iz a kitteh? or a pengwin? True story? FYOI? FSEI? | ||
| Balin (Balin)
New member Username: Balin Post Number: 14073 Registered: 4-2010 |
a surfeit of cheezburgur? (kaylee kitteh hopes nawt) "Surfeit"? No, but I'm not sure what you mean by that. Her = H/A/F? H/T/F? H/C/F? iz a kitteh? or a pengwin? HAF True story? FYOI? FSEI? This | ||
| Kayleetonkslupin (Kayleetonkslupin)
New member Username: Kayleetonkslupin Post Number: 4129 Registered: 9-2010 |
I wasn't sure you'd know what that meant =) one of our presidents, though I forget who...Taylor? Tyler? Something like that...died of a "surfeit of cherries and iced milk". A "surfeit" of something is too much. So eating too many cheezburgurz...like there is such a thing...=P | ||
| Kayleetonkslupin (Kayleetonkslupin)
New member Username: Kayleetonkslupin Post Number: 4130 Registered: 9-2010 |
Ah, it was Zachary Taylor: "On July 4, 1850, after watching a groundbreaking ceremony for the Washington Monument during the Independence Day celebration, Taylor sought refuge from the oppressive heat by consuming a pitcher of milk and a bowl of cherries." He died five days later, July 9. Obviously was nawt choklit covurd cherriez or choklit milk...would haz been much betterer. =P | ||
| Balin (Balin)
New member Username: Balin Post Number: 14074 Registered: 4-2010 |
A "surfeit" of something is too much. Ah. Still a No. | ||
| Rbruma (Rbruma)
New member Username: Rbruma Post Number: 1669 Registered: 9-2009 |
Her = H?A?F? Sickness = as in a regular illness / disease? A feeling of frustration ("I'm sick of it")? Altitude sickness? True story? Location relevant? Time period relevant? Any other persons relevant? | ||
| Fionakelleghan (Fionakelleghan)
New member Username: Fionakelleghan Post Number: 210 Registered: 7-2011 |
Lynne, you hit the most important ball straight out of the park, yay! - while here I was, trying to decide to ask whether it's a story about a person, or a situation, or a case of serious illness that could happen anywhere in the animal kingdom... But, Balin, since you seem to have said Nay to Lynne's questions, I'm super curious to hear what your answers will be to Rbruma. I am embarrassed to ask/suggest that Sickness is the name of a cat and "her" is a goldfish. You wouldn't let us down like that. Since Kaylee seems to have the diet questions covered, I'm going to roam far afield: Is it relevent in which continent this event took place? Relevent in a place which has notable weather conditions, such as heat or cold, that would cause or continue the sickness? Is it relevent whether a condition, or quality, or degree, would have made the sickness less, so that she would not have died? Was she a human? Did she have a healthy diet and exercise regimen? Is it relevant whether other people, similar to her, might also have died for the same reason or from the same cause(s)? | ||
| Shez (Shez)
New member Username: Shez Post Number: 1435 Registered: 2-2011 |
I assume we're not talking about menstruation? so the Lady of Shallott relevant? witchcraft? spells? magic? breaking of mirrors? | ||
| Balin (Balin)
New member Username: Balin Post Number: 14083 Registered: 4-2010 |
I'm skipping most of these, because one of you nailed it... so the Lady of Shallott relevant? Yep. That's what I get for using a line from the poem as the title. **********SPOILER********** Tennyson's poem "The Lady of Shalott" is about a woman who is cursed to weave a web and never look at Camelot: she can only watch the reflections of the city through a mirror. If she ever looks at Camelot, the curse will take effect. One day, hearing and seeing Sir Lancelot, and having become "half-sick of shadows," she turns to look at Camelot and the curse comes upon her; travelling to Camelot in a boat, she dies. I copy the relevant stanzas here: On either side the river lie Long fields of barley and of rye, That clothe the wold and meet the sky; And thro' the field the road runs by To many-tower'd Camelot; And up and down the people go, Gazing where the lilies blow Round an island there below, The island of Shalott. ... There she weaves by night and day A magic web with colours gay. She has heard a whisper say, A curse is on her if she stay To look down to Camelot. She knows not what the curse may be, And so she weaveth steadily, And little other care hath she, The Lady of Shalott. ... But in her web she still delights To weave the mirror's magic sights, For often through the silent nights A funeral, with plumes and lights And music, went to Camelot; Or when the Moon was overhead, Came two young lovers lately wed. "I am half sick of shadows," said The Lady of Shalott. ... His broad clear brow in sunlight glow'd; On burnish'd hooves his war-horse trode; From underneath his helmet flow'd His coal-black curls as on he rode, As he rode down to Camelot. From the bank and from the river He flashed into the crystal mirror, "Tirra lirra," by the river Sang Sir Lancelot. She left the web, she left the loom, She made three paces through the room, She saw the water-lily bloom, She saw the helmet and the plume, She look'd down to Camelot. Out flew the web and floated wide; The mirror crack'd from side to side; "The curse is come upon me," cried The Lady of Shalott. ... Heard a carol, mournful, holy, Chanted loudly, chanted lowly, Till her blood was frozen slowly, And her eyes were darkened wholly, Turn'd to tower'd Camelot. For ere she reach'd upon the tide The first house by the water-side, Singing in her song she died, The Lady of Shalott. ... Who is this? And what is here? And in the lighted palace near Died the sound of royal cheer; And they crossed themselves for fear, All the Knights at Camelot; But Lancelot mused a little space He said, "She has a lovely face; God in his mercy lend her grace, The Lady of Shalott." The entire poem can be found here. Nice solve, Shez; that went much quicker than I thought. New puzzle below. | ||
| Shez (Shez)
New member Username: Shez Post Number: 1445 Registered: 2-2011 |
Lovely poem. thanks for the memories | ||
| Fionakelleghan (Fionakelleghan)
New member Username: Fionakelleghan Post Number: 235 Registered: 7-2011 |
Shez, you rock and rule! | ||
| Shez (Shez)
New member Username: Shez Post Number: 1452 Registered: 2-2011 |
aw shucks! |
