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.
1.16.2007
Life with a Toddler, Vol. 21
We've had some trouble adjusting to the new bed, so on occasion we don't exactly stay in it all night. This is the result--one of the most pitiful things you can imagine:
Asleep, at about 9:30 pm, on the floor outside his door. Note that at least he brought Elmo.
"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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