When I was a child, I spake as a child,
I understood as a child, I thought as a child:
but when I became a man, I put away
childish things. For now we see through a
glass, darkly; but then face to face: now
I know in part; but then shall I know even
as also I am known.
Corinthians 13:11
Saturday, January 21, 2006
Inspirations-
My muse is a harsh mistress, Who twists me to her will. And though I try I just can’t pry Her hand from ‘round my quill.
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