Sitting here waiting for the "final final final" word that my thesis has been accepted.
Came across my favorite poetrical stanza of the day (narrowly beating out several fine verses from the "Man from Nantucket" canon as well as one fine dope-rhyme from Fitty Cent - has the ever been such a time for the afficionado of poetry??).
Some work of noble note, may yet be done,
Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods.
The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks;
The long day wanes; the slow moon climbs; the deep
Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends.
Nice.. I suppose I should read more Tennyson.
But it might come hard on my drinking..
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