[…] the false Tyrant seiz’d the Princely Maid, And to a Lodge in distant Woods convey’d;

Eleodes obsoleta: Common on the plains, beneath cow-chips and rubbish, everywhere from Denver to Colorado Springs.

He was no student mustily thinking in a dead language, but a gentleman in waiting to the king, knight of the Order of St. Michael, writing in fresh, poetic French, with all the captivation of charm, teaching the fundamental principles of doubt and uncertainty […]

Don't forget that this Sunday we put the clocks back an hour.