Can we get this thread up to some proper "Ducati" numbers ? We are at 803 - we need a few more posts then we wood be able to get to 851, 888, 907, 916... Come on canny wordsmiths, lets make it happen !
And now Shakespeare enters stage right crying - “But, soft! what light through yonder willow breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou, her maid, art far more fair than she. Be not her maid, since she is envious; Her vestal livery is but sick and evergreen And none but fools do wear it; cast it off. It is my lady, O, it is my love! Oh, that she knew she were!” ― William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet