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.
2.26.2013
Monday Update addendum
I should also mention that The Runner got a bee in her bonnet about the kitchen . . . so she painted it on Sunday and Monday. It's now a very very pale shade of blue. And yes, we even painted the paneling. I guess everyone knows what comes next...
"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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