<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26961284</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:56:08.781-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Castle of Stink</title><subtitle type='html'>The Castle of Stink is the blog of ten cats and a bitter old man living in South Carolina.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://castleofstink.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26961284/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://castleofstink.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Castle of Stink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13948284354783783700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26961284.post-6516477669601393838</id><published>2008-07-08T20:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T23:42:14.896-04:00</updated><title type='text'>...I can't go on,  I'll go on.</title><content type='html'>The title is the close of Samuel Beckett's novel &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Unnamable&lt;/span&gt;.  I feel that way this week.  Weary.  I could talk about why, but what's the point?  Everyday a little different.  Everyday the same.  The temptation is to crawl into bed and stay until I decompose.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I can't go on, I'll go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm closing down this blog.  Visit my new one, &lt;a href="http://www.thisbeckettlife.wordpress.com"&gt;This Beckett Life&lt;/a&gt;.  An attempt to make more sense of this life...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26961284-6516477669601393838?l=castleofstink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://castleofstink.blogspot.com/feeds/6516477669601393838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26961284&amp;postID=6516477669601393838&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26961284/posts/default/6516477669601393838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26961284/posts/default/6516477669601393838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://castleofstink.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-cant-go-on-ill-go-on.html' title='...I can&apos;t go on,  I&apos;ll go on.'/><author><name>Castle of Stink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13948284354783783700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
