tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21999805.post9003762236635355335..comments2024-03-16T13:54:59.016-05:00Comments on Anecdotal Evidence: `One on Whom the Black Ox Hath Trod'Patrick Kurphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08436175583386298032noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21999805.post-83497097214498744422011-08-13T14:10:39.149-05:002011-08-13T14:10:39.149-05:00"Hold your peace, young man," said Maste..."Hold your peace, young man," said Master George, with a tone of<br />authority; "never mock the stranger or the poor--the black ox has not<br />trod on your foot yet--you know not what lands you may travel in, or<br />what clothes you may wear, before you die.<br />(Sir Walter Scott, "Rob Roy")Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21999805.post-41679847327641561012011-08-03T08:46:12.749-05:002011-08-03T08:46:12.749-05:00"The years like great black oxen tread the wo..."The years like great black oxen tread the world,<br />And God the herdsman goads them on behind,<br />And I am broken by their passing feet."<br /><br />--W.B. Yeats, The Countess CathleenAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com