One may say that true life begins where the tiny bit begins--where what seem to us minute and infinitely small alterations take place.
--L. Tolstoy, "why do men stupefy themselves?"
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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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- I was right to be afraid.
- Brentopia
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- rooby roo!
- "All manner of thing shall be well"
- Quote of the day
- In which Piers reminds himself that he loves his job
- Adventures in parenting, vol. 1
- Time is always and only time
- measurement
- This past week, by the numbers
- It's hot.
- I'm not lazy. I'm not lazy. I'm not lazy.
- Characteristic Faces
- Yardening, 2010 Edition, Volume 5
- Martinus Scriblerus
- in which Piers finds three signage fails
- In which Piers confronts the girlfriend question f...
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