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She looked like something that might have occurred to Ibsen in one of his less frivolous moments.

Henry, or Lesley Hornby? YOU decide!

Man is the only kind of varmint sets his own trap, baits it, then steps in it.

Dare I suggest a hint of Robert Redford circa Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid ?

No one gossips about other people's secret virtues.

Arnold Schwarzenegger in The Terminator Cranky Hanky strides in like a cold-blooded assassin at Risdon Brook Dam.

Success is how high you bounce when you hit bottom.

I think that this photo makes Henry look a little like a gunslinger here. He’s got what I like to called “the slight squint of Clint” going on here, and bears a passing resemblance to a young Charles Bronson. That said, if he wants to be a true hero of the Wild West, he’ll need to keep his trap shut. He’s got plenty of the strong about him, but our Henry is not what you’d call the silent type .

The horror... the horror...

Ez here, in this light, kind of reminds me of Marlon Brando as Kurtz right at the end of Apocalypse Now . Except, you know, not all deranged and plunged into a violent descent into madness and all that...

Education is the journey from cocksure arrogance to thoughtful uncertainty.

Henry has a touch of Russian special forces operative here. I like it. We're getting ready for his birthday: just FOUR HOURS TO GO ! [Please note the Israeli special forces operative lurking in the background...]

For the purposes of poetry a convincing impossibility is preferable to an unconvincing possibility.

Here is Henry a few weeks back jiving to the strains of the Bee Gee's Night Fever . If Henry had a beard, he'd easily pass for Barry Gibb . I expect that this will change when he hits puberty, and can no longer hit those high notes...

Few men desire liberty; most men wish only for a just master.

Keef Richards in a lull during the Exile on Main Street Sessions , or Henry this time last week? YOU decide.

I felt ill at ease with all this air about me, lost before the confusion of innumerable prospects.

Look! Who'd have thought that Tom Cruise might be spotted in Geilston Bay. It's little known that the orgy scene from the heroically boring Eyes Wide Shut was actually filmed at Geilston Bay High School. But upon second glance, I'm not too sure that this is Tom Cruise. For one thing, he's far too tall.

When A annoys or injures B on the pretense of saving or improving X, A is a scoundrel.

Jen and Ezra from Good Friday. Ez is doing his best Elvis impression.

One should always be a little improbable.

Here is Ez doing his best matinee idol squint into the sun. He is wearing a bib, but I reckon it could pass for a bandanna, a-la Clint Eastwood in A Fistful of Dollars . He is an amazing young fellow, my Ezra. Somehow he manages to straddle the line between Goethe, the outlaw Josey Wales, and James Hird. It can't be easy.

Doubt grows with knowledge.

Henry plus stick equels Myra Hindley!