Really, if castration didn't give him melancholia, then the man must have been imperturbable.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
skip to main |
skip to sidebar
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."
Blog Archive
-
▼
2009
(374)
-
▼
January
(29)
- sawdust
- The History of Science
- Kill me now, pls.
- Number Two
- Parings
- Hard aport
- Meetings! We love meetings!
- Taxidea taxus
- Um, where should I begin?
- Job job job job
- clippings
- It's Friday.
- Ten Things.
- Rigorous, yup
- For the next turn in the road
- Whaaa?
- donne, and donne.
- Bits
- The Ten Month Old.
- taxi, taxi!
- "Act as if you were."
- Best sentence I've read today (so far).
- I shall
- Oh read over D. John Bridges
- Scraps
- A Post-Holiday Note
- Which way is up?
- Family Tree
- New Year Letter (2)
-
▼
January
(29)
Followers
Books
No comments:
Post a Comment