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For children are innocent and love justice, while most of us are wicked and naturally prefer mercy.


It's our old friend the Oceanic Viking again. You might remember her from this post in June (with a sufficiently obscure Norweigan proverb for a title). In a bit of a rush as usual, and have got another conference presentation tomorrow that I have yet again left far too late!

Looks like I'll be winging it yet again. By golly it's a good thing that I'm not afraid of crowds and can crap on (and on, and on, and on).

Comments

Priyanka Khot said…
I like the quote. very true.

But I wonder what is the age cut-off, when children become manipulative and abandon the course of natural justice.
Z said…
Indeed, you do have the gift of the gab and you probably don't bore your audience. :-) :-)

*Ducks*
Anonymous said…
Good to see you found that right angle today :-)
Anonymous said…
Nice post. I enjoyed it all.

I am doing something different on my Gordon, Ohio blog. I set out to photograph and describe every house in the village where I was born.

Gordon, Ohio
Anonymous said…
the saying is so true ...
Dina said…
Lucky you to have that talent.

And this is a gorgeous picture.
Kris McCracken said…
Priyanka, I think that it is two!

Z, I hope not.

Greg, it did take a whole lot of shots!
Kris McCracken said…
Abe, it really was nothing...

April, it does draw the eye.

Dina, it helps to be full of yourself.
OldCoot said…
It would have been nice if you had credited the true author of the quote - Gilbert K. Chesterton
Kris McCracken said…
Pauline, it's no secret that every title is a quote from somewhere, people generally recognise it, ask or Google it themselves.

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