To sleep --perchance to dream ...
"[w]hat was any art but ... a sheath, a mould in which to imprison for a moment the shining, elusive element which is life itself - life hurrying past us and running away, too strong to stop, too sweet to lose." - Willa Cather, Song of the Lark
Tuesday, July 12, 2005
Ursa Major
Hmmppph. What with O'Connor and Rehnquist, London, ignorance, LAPD killing children, Karl Rove likely escaping reprimand, PATRIOT Act reauthorizations, and Seattle's unusually gray summer, a 4-year hibernation seems really tempting right now. Might be nice to simply wake up in 2009 and see how the world has changed!
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The FG is so very sleepy from all the Chatter ...
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