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Oct. 23rd, 2002

Too snuffly and tired for talking tonight...the project that would not die consumes me at work. On 10/30, things should lighten up a bit.

In lieu of anything original, I'll leave you with this from Wordsworth. It seems apropos this week.


W. Wordsworth

CCLXXVIII. "The world is too much with us"

THE World is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers:
Little we see in Nature that is ours;
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon,
The winds that will be howling at all hours
And are up-gather'd now like sleeping flowers,
For this, for everything, we are out of tune;
It moves us not.—Great God! I'd rather be
A pagan suckled in a creed outworn,—
So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,
Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;
Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea;
Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.

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