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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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- In which Piers is told, "you're a good boy."
- Weekend Update
- In which Piers thinks about making a change.
- Today, by the numbers
- This the Wandering Wood
- Adventures with Students, vol. 21
- The Size
- It's the first day of class.
- Here we goooo
- see below.
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- A final bit of introspection
- Since I can't just say that I've got a chili peppe...
- Where does the time go?
- Adventures in parenting, vol. 18
- Adventures in parenting, vol. 17
- I'm supposed to write a memo explaining why I dese...
- This is the first post of the new year.
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1 comment:
We'd have a lot more blessed quietness if we followed this. But it surely would crimp some people's styles!
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