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.
11.09.2010
Heavy Weights
The Spouse came home this afternoon awfully laden down by the pain expressed by her clients. It has to be hard to hear all that. She said, "it's hard to not just throw one's hands up in the air and ask, what's the point in trying?"
I can relate to that question.
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MOM
said...
Tough stuff goin' on. Tell your unflapable spouse to hang in there with it. The broken world needs folks like her.
"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."
1 comment:
Tough stuff goin' on. Tell your unflapable spouse to hang in there with it. The broken world needs folks like her.
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