It's a windy, rainy day here in San Diego, a good day to stay in and read Frankenstein. Or even a pirate adventure, like to-day's new chapter of my infrequently updated webcomic, The Devils Dekpa and Deborah. We find our heroines further on their journey to Chatham despite a thick fog. Enjoy.
Happy birthday, Lola Montez.
To behold the wand'ring moon,
Riding near her highest noon,
Like one that had been led astray
Through the Heav'n's wide pathless way;
And oft, as if her head she bowed,
Stooping through a fleecy cloud.
Oft on a plat of rising ground,
I hear the far-off curfew sound,
Over some wide-watered shore,
Swinging slow with sullen roar;
Or if the air will not permit,
Some still removed place will fit,
Where glowing embers through the room
Teach light to counterfeit a gloom,
Far from all resort of mirth,
Save the cricket on the hearth,
Or the bellman's drowsy charm,
To bless the doors from nightly harm
-from Il Penseroso by John Milton