May 8, 2011
It is a wretched thing that weighs me down. A sudden tone tied to the note of a memory, fixed fast to my heart; and were I the maestro, I would quell the strings with one fast twitch to mute this vile rhythm.
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Aristotelean Thomist; dabbler in the epicurean and sartorial arts; sworn enemy of wasting my time.


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