The Fate of Blogs

"For a like reason in Bilaspore, a district of India, when the chief men of a village meet in council, no one present should twirl a spindle; for they think that if such a thing were to happen, the discussion, like the spindle, would move in a circle and never be wound up." Sir James G. Frazer pg. 23 The Golden Bough

I think that moving in a circle is a perfectly sufficient way of having a conversation, so no offense to the symbolic twirling spindles that are Dr. Sexson's lectures.

"The recuprative power manifested by such a tree would in due course be communicated through the fire to the food, and so to the prince, who ate the food which was cooked on the fire which was fed with the wood which grew out of the tree." Sir James G. Frazer pg. 34 The Golden Bough

Does this remind anyone else of a song they might know?

There was an old lady who swallowed a dog./ What a hog! To swallow a dog!/ She swallowed the dog to catch the cat.../ She swallowed the cat to catch to bird.../ She swallowed the bird to catch the spider/ That wiggled and wiggled and tickled insider her./ She swallowed the spider to catch the fly.......and it goes on and on forever...I think you probably get the point. Want a creepy rendition by a man with a huge beard? Click here