This was my site meter the other day.
Unknown Country -- WHERE ARE YOU? I feel like I'm being deluged -- paratrooped? -- by SPACE INVADERS. Has someone at Guantanamo Bay taken a liking for me? Which of Bush's not-so-secret European prisons is this one? If I open up my atlas, will I suddenly see this little pimple -- or great expanse -- called UNKNOWN C.?
I imagine this Unknown Scene from a Shakespear play (typo, but he did spell his name that way, sometimes, I'll leave it) -- say Macbeth:
As I've said before, that's be gotta my favourite place -- the country I'm from.
Dunsinane. A room in the castle.Enter MACBETH, Doctor, and AttendantsMACBETHBring me no more reports; let them fly all:Servant MACBETH Servant MACBETH
Till Birnam wood remove to Dunsinane,
I cannot taint with fear...
Enter a ServantThe devil damn thee black, thou cream-faced loon!
Where got'st thou that goose look?Go prick thy face, and over-red thy fear,Servant From the Unknown Country, so please you.
Thou lily-liver'd boy. What soldiers, patch?
Death of thy soul! What soldiers, whey-face?
Land of muses?
Land of spooks?
Or ... some odd place whose every inhabitant is shaped like a question mark?...???