----- Original Message ----- From: "Jim Muth" <jamth@mindspring.com> Sent: Wednesday, July 02, 2003 6:53 AM Subject: [Fractint] FOTD 02-07-03 (A Fractal in Paradise [6]) <snip>
I might add that anything one could desire must be present in paradise or their happiness would be limited. I have yet to decide how those such as myself, who enjoy things such as stormy weather, are going to have their storms in a place where the weather, if there is any, is always perfect. And how could those who want the peace of perfect weather be happy in a place with storms. <snip>
Perhaps you should consider moving the Fractal basement to: Camelot (title song from the 1960 Broadway musical. Words by Alan Jay Lerner It's true, it's true, the crown has made it clear The climate must be perfect all year A law was made a distant moon ago here July and August cannot be too hot And there's a legal limit to the snow here In Camelot The winter is forbidden till December And exits March the second on the dot By order summer lingers through September In Camelot Camelot, Camelot I know it sounds a bit bizarre But in Camelot, Camelot That's how conditions are The rain may never fall till after sundown By eight the morning fog must disappear In short, there's simply not a more congenial spot For happy ever-aftering than here in Camelot Camelot, Camelot I know it gives a person pause But in Camelot, Camelot Those are the legal laws The snow may never slush upon the hillside By nine PM the moonlight must appear In short, there's simply not a more congenial spot For happy ever-aftering than here in Camelot John W.