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Wine country


At Kandos you begin to see the vineyards for which the region is well known. But perhaps more intriguingly at Kandos is the arial ropeway used to transport limestone from the quarries. I didn't get a good photo of that on this trip.

Musing:
Love Poem by William Butler Yeats
"Wine comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That's all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh."
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  1. JulieMarch 14, 2009 at 7:10 AM

    As you probably realise by now, Yeats is a particular favourite. I disagree with Yeats a bit here: I do not think love comes in through the eye. I think attraction comes in through the eye. Not sure about love: I suspect it might come through the nose and the skin. Although people can fall in love via the internet or the telephone.

    That aerial ropeway sounds intruiging ...

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  2. Joan ElizabethMarch 14, 2009 at 10:15 AM

    I do realise that Yeats is a favourite and I think I might have neglected him so you have been sending me in his direction to reassess. Regarding love I suspect there are gender differences.

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  3. JulieMarch 14, 2009 at 9:55 PM

    There are gender differences for attraction and for lust - both of which come through the eye and are rapidly transmitted to other organs! But love is another concept altogether ... oui?

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  4. Joan ElizabethMarch 15, 2009 at 4:29 PM

    Love is a complex topic. An ongoing attraction certainly helps love last.

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  5. PJMarch 15, 2009 at 10:07 PM

    My first thought was that this "love" was more likely lust. The poem sounds a little tongue in cheek to me.

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  6. JulieMarch 16, 2009 at 1:11 PM

    Here I come with my lance to defend WBY!!

    He was very much taken with one Maud Gonne as a young man. She being older than he, toyed with him and then spurned him. He never really got over than. He was a true romantic.

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