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.
7.30.2010
Brentopia
This is our one visit to middle Tennessee this summer. Lots of things to do here. I don't really have the gumption to do any of them, which is okay: I can be the hermit crab here at the house, and that suits me just fine.
"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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