December 10th, 2008


Time to clean glasses, switch fonts, or both...

I saw an LJ entry that, in honor of the 400th anniversary of Milton's birth, quoted Paradise Lost:

With thee conversing I forget all time,
All seasons and their change, all please alike.
Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet...

I looked at it, did a double take, and... "Sweet is the breath of mom? What is this, Oedipus in sonnets?" Then I realized my mistake. <Emily_Litella>Never mind...</Emily_Litella>

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