Monday, May 09, 2005

Tiger, tiger, burning bright!

In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?

And what shoulder and what art
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand and what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? What dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

When the stars threw down their spears,
And water'd heaven with their tears,
Did He smile His work to see?
Did He who made the lamb make thee?

Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

William Blake. 1757–1827

Pretend I've inserted a lot of humorous links into the poem lovingly mocking OS X Tiger. One of them would have been this one, (probably on "Did He who made the lamb make thee?"), which is a guy who has already found an exploit for the Safari web browser. It has something to do with widgets, and does automatically install if you visit the page with Safari. There are instructions for removal, but I'd recommend using Internet Explorer to visit the page.

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