Heya, I just wanted to say that I’m not sure who posted that last comment in my name, but it wasn’t me. Feel free to delete that one, as well as this one if you like because it really adds no value to this post.
I do really enjoy reading your blog though, I’m just really concerned about random comments being posted in my name.
Two loves I have of comfort and despair,
Which like two spirits do suggest me still:*
The better angel is a man right fair,
The worser spirit a woman colour’d ill.
To win me soon to hell*, my female evil
Tempteth my better angel from my side,
And would corrupt my saint to be a devil,
Wooing his purity with her foul pride.
And whether that my angel be turn’d fiend
Suspect I may, but not directly tell;
But being both from me, both to each friend,
I guess one angel in another’s hell:
Yet this shall I ne’er know, but live in doubt,
Till my bad angel fire my good one out.*
January 9th, 2008 at 1:40 pm
Well, you do look damn sexy!
January 9th, 2008 at 1:45 pm
pure awesomeness!
January 10th, 2008 at 9:56 pm
It is a drool-worthy picture.
January 14th, 2008 at 10:20 pm
oh yes, I saw that.
January 15th, 2008 at 7:27 pm
`Ha! So you knew about this ahead of time. Was so squee worthy seeing it pop up in my ALA Direct.
Of course, those of us who know you already knew this.
January 29th, 2008 at 5:39 pm
Heya, I just wanted to say that I’m not sure who posted that last comment in my name, but it wasn’t me. Feel free to delete that one, as well as this one if you like because it really adds no value to this post.
I do really enjoy reading your blog though, I’m just really concerned about random comments being posted in my name.
Sorry for the intrusion.
January 31st, 2008 at 2:32 pm
Shakepeare
SONNET 144
Two loves I have of comfort and despair,
Which like two spirits do suggest me still:*
The better angel is a man right fair,
The worser spirit a woman colour’d ill.
To win me soon to hell*, my female evil
Tempteth my better angel from my side,
And would corrupt my saint to be a devil,
Wooing his purity with her foul pride.
And whether that my angel be turn’d fiend
Suspect I may, but not directly tell;
But being both from me, both to each friend,
I guess one angel in another’s hell:
Yet this shall I ne’er know, but live in doubt,
Till my bad angel fire my good one out.*