Feel awfully about Scott... I always knew he couldn't think—he never could—but he had a marvelous talent and the thing is to use it—not whine in public.
We should wonder what this trade-off, of sermonis amari ('so acid a talker', i.e. 'bitter whine'), v. 7, in sermo, has to say to the presentation of early Horatian poetics: the abrasive sting of an adoxographic poetry after Callimachus.
The Sultan's Turret in a Noose of light.
The fall of Jack, and the subsequent fall of Jill, simply represent the vanishing of one moon-spot after another, as the moon wanes.
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