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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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- New Year Wishes . . .
- New Year Letter
- Christmas night
- Just a favorite carol sung by a favorite ensemble.
- The Temptation of St. Joseph
- Herein an illustration of living with these two boys
- Holly Jolly
- "speak that I may see thee."
- For the Time Being
- Last Day
- Non-compliance update
- if you need me next week, I'll be ...
- Dilbert. The Office. Office Space.
- Good career news
- The rest is silence
- A Nocturnal upon St. Lucy's Day
- Still Riding
- Caliban to the Audience
- No comment necessary.
- Words to Live By?
- And for some of us, it's more like 14.5
- New Object of Desire
- Furioso. Furori. Furor.
- (with thanks to Watterson,...
- Harrod & Funckism
- It's Christmas time.
- A study in contrasts.
- I'm waiting for pasty and concave-chested to be in...
- Rasselas, Prince of Abyssinia
- Talk
- Bang!
- Adventures with Students, vol. 14
- Give me simple.
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