Among life's poetic joys are found the quatrains of Omar Khayyam. Like a comely squench in a first rate harem certain quatrains of Fitzgerald's will delight us at different times for a multitude of reasons; sometimes we enjoy raw sexuality like common barnyard animals, but on rare occasions a demure turn of the ankle will render us pleased.

What quatrain of Omar Khayyam do you find pleasing at this particular station and time?

Me? Tonight I feel frivolous. Normally I prefer the ponderous, but tonight I got my kicks with the alliteration and the frills.

XXXII

Into this Universe, and Why not knowing
Nor Whence, like Water willy - nilly flowing;
And out of it, as Wind along the Waste,
I know not Whither, willy - nilly blowing.

And you?

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