Maybe he's a dreamer? Looking at the sky - his thoughts miles away - he tripped over the stone and broke his neck...
Maybe he's a dreamer? Looking at the sky - his thoughts miles away - he tripped over the stone and broke his neck...
It is not too late, to be wild for roundabouts - to be wild for life
Wolfsheim - It is not too late
Since it is not a "regular rock", is it possible that it is something chemical/poisonous?Originally Posted by billl
Is the man's age important? Or his profession?
It is a poison, I suppose, but it wouldn't kill you.
The man's age and profession are not important.
The rock is kryptonite and the man is Superman?
I like poetry,long walks on the beach and poking dead things with a stick.
Yes, iamnobody guessed it!
Good one billl! Now, a riddle.
Odds are good you know my start
But do not know my end.
I sound delicious but I'm not
Be sure of that my friend.
A squiggle here, two squiggles there,
Is clearly what you see.
From here to there, how far around?
Well, it's all Greek to me.
What am I?
I like poetry,long walks on the beach and poking dead things with a stick.
ouroboros?
Poorly-cooked gyros?
The greek letter 'pi'?
Brilliant.
kasie's right. And yes, brilliant! Your turn.
I like poetry,long walks on the beach and poking dead things with a stick.
Oh, dear - now I have to think of another one - sorry, folks, I'll have to sleep on this one. Watch this space. (Kasie goes off muttering and sighing to herself.)
Last edited by kasie; 10-27-2010 at 06:00 PM.
OK - try this one.
A man of the desert lay dying - he called to his bedside his three sons and blessed them.
'To you, my eldest son, I leave one half of all my worldly goods,' he said.
'Father,' wept the young man, 'you are indeed the best of fathers.'
'To you, my second son, I leave one quarter of all my goods.'
'Dearest father, you are a loving and generous parent.'
'And to you, my youngest son, I leave one fifth of my wealth.'
'Father, I thank you,' cried the youngest son though his voice was muffled by tears and he could hardly be heard.
'There is one condition,' the old man murmured with difficulty, for his end was drawing near. 'It has taken me many years to acquire my flocks and herds. Do not, I pray you, kill any of the beasts as you divide them among yourselves.'
'Father,' the young men promised, 'it shall be even as you request.'
'Should you have difficulty over the division, send for your uncle,' whispered the old man. 'He will surely come to your aid.'
And so saying, the worthy old man passed to a better world.
The three sons performed the funeral rites with all due ceremony, amid much mourning, for they were dutiful sons and had loved their father. When it was fit and proper so to do, they began the division of their inheritance, according to their father's wishes. The flocks of sheep divided easily, as did the herds of goats. But when it came to allotting the camels, they found themselves much exercised, for there were nineteen camels to be shared.
'How shall we do this?' they asked themselves, 'for surely we cannot divide nineteen camels in the way our good father directed unless we kill one and that he specifically forbade.'
Then they remembered their father's advice and sent for their uncle. It took some time for the old man to arrive, for he lived many miles away across the desert. The three young men knew how to greet an honoured guest and welcomed him, leading him to their tent to rest and refresh himself. They gave orders that his tired camel should be fed and watered with their own animals.
After their meal together, the young men begged their uncle to help them solve their dilemma.
'Ah,' said the old man with a smile, 'my worthy brother's fine camels! I always admired them. Allow me, I pray, to look on them again.'
The young men took him to the place where the camels were tethered. He smiled broadly when he saw how healthy and well-cared for they were.
'My dear nephews,' he cried, 'I see no problem. The answer is before you.'
So - what is the answer? How can the camels be divided according to the old father's will?
They could imagine that the uncle's camel actually belonged to their father. Or, perhaps, the uncle could just lend it to them. That would make twenty camels, and thus the brothers could receive their alloted numbers:
1/2=50%=10 camels
1/4=25%=5 camels
1/5=20%=4 camels
There would still one camel (5%) remaining amongst the 20, and since the uncle had merely lent it, he could just have it right back.
Nice!
Do, or do not. There is no try. - Yoda
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