Some days the sadness creeps in from all directions. There's so much suffering all around us, even in the midst of what looks like laughter.
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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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- Adventures in parenting, vol. 11
- Adventures with Students, vol. 17
- Day off. A photo essay.
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- Adventures in parenting, vol. 10
- Swapshopping for bucks
- INTJ
- gallows humor of the day
- cloudy
- dust motes
- Adventures in professoring, vol. 1
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- Adventures in parenting, vol. 9
- Somebody has a birthday today
- Voyna i mir
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