Poetry and Progress

What’s National Poetry Month without some Shakespeare? Here’s Sonnet no. 146, which I had to memorize when I was in High School. I still know it and occasionally recite it to myself.

Sonnet 146
Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth,
Thrall to these rebel powers that thee array,
Why dost thou pine within and suffer dearth,
Painting thy outward walls so costly gay?
Why so large cost, having so short a lease,
Dost thou upon thy fading mansion spend?
Shall worms, inheritors of this excess,
Eat up thy charge? Is this thy body’s end?
Then soul, live thou upon thy servant’s loss,
And let that pine to aggravate thy store;
Buy terms divine in selling hours of dross;
Within be fed, without be rich no more:
    So shalt thou feed on Death, that feeds on men,
    And Death once dead, there’s no more dying then.

In non-poetical news, I bought a new printer today. My HP LJ 4200 has, alas, been something of a disappointment. It no longer prints clean copies, even with brand new toner. A repair estimate is $600. Well, that doesn’t make economic sense since I’ve already put $300 into a previous repair. So, now I have an HP LJ 3005dn (who on earth makes up these names?) which prints 35 pages per minutes (oh, I will bow down at your feet if this proves true!) and can do two-sided printing, which would be pretty handy, I think. There’s a $150 rebate too, but we’ll see if it actually comes. It holds a ream of paper. So, smooth sailing ahead for printing out the MA project, and considering how many books I have to write in a pretty short period of time, I’m looking forward to happy printing.

In writing news, well, I should be writing. I’ve started on the last chapter and then I’ll go back to fixing the middle ones.

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