July 23, 2003

• "Like to a hermit poor in place obscure,

  
  

  I mean to spend my days of endless doubt,

  
  

  To wail such woes as time cannot recure,

  
  

  Where none but Love shall ever find me out...

  
  

  And at my gate despair shall linger still,

  
  

  To let in death when Love and Fortune will.

  
  

  -Sir Walter Raleigh

  
  

  From bb217

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