Llareggub, my homeland...

Sorry for my lull of late, it is good to be busy. Less so to be so busy that one lacks the time to rant a bit now and then. Dylan Thomas has always been a favorite in my home, due largely to my grandfather. Today, in 1954, Under Milk Wood was published (posthumously). In it he caps his lifelong ambivalence toward Wales ("Land of my fathers. My fathers can keep it") by focusing the action in "Llareggub".

This word, "bugger-all" backwards, holds a valued place in the lexicon of my family. My 5 year old can use it correctly in a sentence. Thanks to TiL for the reminder.