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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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- An anatomy of absurdity
- The Inaugural use of the Perry Stare.
- In which Piers gets his hands dirty
- A Crisis of Confidence, Vol. 5
- In which Piers knows he is super preoccupied
- When young we think there will come one person who...
- A Crisis of Confidence, Vol. 4
- A crisis of confidence, Vol. 3
- Midweek update
- Adventures in Parenting, Vol. 36
- A crisis of confidence Vol. 2
- Just a little rain
- A crisis of confidence vol. 1
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- A partial list of pivotal moments
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