Tuesday 3 August 2010

A Dispatch from the Office

Chain'd at my deske I beg your lordships for a more Stimulous worlde.

How has youre Nashe come to this appalling pass? To laye it out flatly: tempted in by the GOOGLE-medusa with her hair of Links - and Nashe intangled, petrified, the sword of Witt nowhere to slice it...

No power shall containe me long—if life giveth sour grapes, Ile make sour wine.

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