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Poem for Wednesday


Sonnet 94
By William Shakespeare


They that have power to hurt and will do none,
That do not do the thing they most do show,
Who, moving others, are themselves as stone,
Unmoved, cold, and to temptation slow,
They rightly do inherit heaven's graces
And husband nature's riches from expense;
They are the lords and owners of their faces,
Others but stewards of their excellence.
The summer's flower is to the summer sweet,
Though to itself it only live and die,
But if that flower with base infection meet,
The basest weed outbraves his dignity:
For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds;
Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds

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Above for musesfool, because I agree. Also there are two lines in that one that scream out plot bunnies to me, and she can probably figure out which.

Re: kinky LOTR vibrator discussion: actually, we were trying to come up with a parody of Queer Eye For the Straight Guy using LOTR characters. Then we realized that we couldn't come up with a single truly straight guy. Except maybe Grima.

And while I'm on the subject of ashinae, she pointed me to WWYS®, which told me: "Your soul is worth £9826. For your peace of mind, 79% of people have a purer soul than you." Hmmph. Below, my standard response to Myers-Briggs, this one gacked from ipso__facto:

ENFP - "Journalist". Uncanny sense of the motivations of others. Life is an exciting drama. 5% of the total population.
Take Free Myers-Briggs Personality Test


Lots of work to catch up on, and LOTS of mail and comments still unanswered. And I have to review tonight. Always the bunnies bite when that happens. Better go!
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