King Lear

[poliphilo]

Poor naked wretches, whereso'er you are,
That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm,
How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides,
Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you
From seasons such as these? O! I have ta'en
Too little care of this.

(Act III, scene iv)

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[four-thorns.livejournal.com]

i forget where exactly, but possibly salon.com or the ny times.

i was about to say "my, you're up early", but then i remembered that i'm on pacific time, so there's an 8 hour difference, not a 5 hour difference.

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

I'm up earlier than usual. Ailz has a hospital appointment mid-morning and we both need acres of time to get ready in.