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Considering the continual cold and damp around the criticals, it was a mystery to me how the Scots managed to propagate the population at all.
“was going to say something dazzlingly amusing and erudite in reply, but I couldn’t think of anything,”
― Shades of Grey
― Shades of Grey
“one day he will wake up, look into the mirror, find himself and wish he hadn’t.”
― The Anunnaki Years
― The Anunnaki Years
“Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove.
O no, it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wand'ring barque,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.”
― Great Sonnets
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove.
O no, it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wand'ring barque,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.”
― Great Sonnets
“Humility is a most excellent barometer,” he said, “and ought to be looked for in all those we are made to look up to.”
― The Golden Tresses of the Dead
― The Golden Tresses of the Dead
“But I found myself wondering if, by whistling about whistling while you work while you were actually working, you would cause some odd bit of the universe, in some unknown dimension, to fold in upon itself—rather like a Klein bottle, which has no inside or outside—causing you to disappear up your own posterior in a cloud of probably invisible orange smoke.”
― The Golden Tresses of the Dead
― The Golden Tresses of the Dead
Mitchell’s 2025 Year in Books
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