No man is an iland, intire of it selfe; every man is a peece of the Continent, a part of the maine; if a clod bee washed away by the Sea, Europe is the lesse, as well as if a Promontorie were, as well as if a Mannor of thy friends or of thine owne were; any mans death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankinde; And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; It tolls for thee...." This scribble was published on Sunday, November 11th, 2012. You can follow any banter on this scribble with the RSS 2.0 feed. You can share your inspired musings after typing the anti spam word near the bottom of the page. But no Pinging because its too naughty. 3 bits of lovely banter on "fate all at tea" I know just what you mean by this. Beachy Head is known as one of the top suicide spots in England and people even make jokes about it but I see nothing funny in someone being so distraught that they would jump off a cliff or put themself upon a railway line. My heart breaks thinking of anyone who would take his or her own life. And what if the deaths on the rail line were by accident, and people think that they are suicides. What a terrible thing. Maybe we should send that John Donne quote into the newspapers, perhaps it would give them a heart. This happened up here