September 28, 2005

"O gentle son,

Upon the heat and flame of thy distemper

Sprinkle cool patience."

Hamlet, Act 3, Scene 4

[edited for continuity reasons]

When I think of Trump, I think of the sea wind, and the sound of sailors shouting in the background, bells ringing in the fore. I did not learn of the Trumps so much as learned patience, you see.

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September 24, 2005

Canid

Although they were flesh'd villains, bloody dogs,
Melting with tenderness and kind compassion
Wept like two children in their deaths' sad stories.
King Richard III, Act 4, Scene 3

So, having finally purchased a copy, I decided to go ahead and try to write Marius up using Dogs in the Vineyard.

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