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.
12.29.2008
Take it up again.
Returned home today.
I can pinpoint the moment my vacation ended this year. I was asked a couple of days ago, "when is your next visit with Dr. _____ ?" I answered, "January 13, the day after classes start."
I've been told that my demeanor visibly changed right at that moment.
"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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