This Friday OT is accompanied by a small chunk of The Rubáiyát by Omar Kayyám*. Enjoy your weekend...and hey, pour yourself a glass of wine while you're at it.
Yesterday this day’s madness did prepare;
Tomorrow’s silence, triumph, or despair:
Drink! for you know not whence you came, nor why:
Drink! for you know not why you go, nor where.
Tomorrow’s silence, triumph, or despair:
Drink! for you know not whence you came, nor why:
Drink! for you know not why you go, nor where.
*Thinking about it large chunks of Rubáiyát would be fine cos the whole thing is about getting sloshed, but let's keep it at a single quatrain.