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...or, did i just get called a schoolboy on the internets?
so then fritz says to her,
By and by, I come—
To cease thy strife, and leave me to my grief.
To-morrow will I send.
Romeo:
So thrive my soul—
Juliet:
A thousand times good night!
Romeo:
A thousand times the worse, to want thy light.
Love goes toward love as schoolboys from their books,
But love from love, toward school with heavy looks.
so i said to no one in particular, speaking of the same woman,
Thomasina: When you stir your rice pudding, Septimus, the spoonful of jam spreads itself around making red trails like the picture of a meteor in my astronomical atlas. But if you stir backward, the jam will not come together again. Indeed, the pudding does not notice and continues to turn pink as before. Do you think this is odd?
Septimus: No.
Thomasina: Well, I do. You cannot stir things apart.
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