Gentle Sir Philip Sidney, thou knew'st what belong'd to a scholler; thou knew'st what pains, what toil, what travail conduct to perfection.
8.25.2006
"Suddenly / He's not half the meow he used to be"
Simon got The Operation yesterday. We brought him home and he staggered around with droopy eyes for a while, but he seems to be recovering fine. Sidney hopes it calms him down just a hair or two.
"I am grown at length to see into the vanity of the world more than ever I did, and now I condemn myself for nothing so much as playing the dolt in print . . . . There is nothing that if a man list he may not wrest or pervert. I cannot forbid any to think villainously, Sed caveat emptor, let the interpreter beware; for none ever heard me make allegories of an idle text."
2 comments:
I'm sure this won't keep him down for long. He'll be totally balls out crazy in no time!
har de har har. It hasn't helped, by the way.
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