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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.
About Me
- Piers
- West Tennessee, United States
- "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."
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- solace, partner, treasure
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- This is an indication of something
- Misused word of the day
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- Self-Conscious
- Taking Stock: Why didn't they tell us?
- Taking Stock: Pleasures
- Taking Stock: Hitting "Play"
- Taking Stock: What Lies Within
- dirty words
- What the!?!?
- Taking Stock: A Tribute
- Frieze!
- I want to see this!
- In homage to one of my earliest intellectual heroes
- From Guazzo's "Civil Conversation"
- We have a five month old
- Um, am I speaking to a human?
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