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Desire


Temptation, failing
Succumb to thee, desire
Do not placate me
"The safest path to hell is the gradual one."
Do not placate me
Succumb to thee, desire
Temptation, failing



Still 'tempted' by The NaiSaiKu Challenge http://naisaiku.blogspot.com/

"The safest path to hell is the gradual one."
Quote from The Screwtape Letters by C.S. Lewis.

Comments

  1. Great quote, and something we all need to think about. Love the Parisian view, and I think that is the Lafayette tower in the distance. Also,the Gargoyle is wonderful!

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  2. Not too sure about the tower, but the rest of the view is bang on.

    This picture is sort of a play on the more current cover of 'The Scretape Letters' which depicts a very pensive gargoyle.

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  4. Hi Janet, I tried to leave you some instructions about hyperlinking in blogger comments, but my little explaination went skewiff. Anyway, I've found a link here to a man, who can: You should read MikeFitz's post
    Hope this helps.

    Btw, I'm pretty sure that the tower in your gargoyle picture is The Montparnasse Tower, and the Gargoyle is on The Notre Dame Cathederal.

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  5. Excellent - the gargoyle is the perfect image...

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  6. Thank you Andy! Here is my second attempt at this...

    Andy is Sweet
    Tumblewords - thank you for your comment. I like your description of yourself. Although I have to eat my words regularly, I am still starving - and smiling too.

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  7. Janet I have a new award for you in my blog. Kisses on your cheeks my sweet friend!

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  8. so very good ..

    many thanks janet ..

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  9. Great words, to go with a stunning picture.

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