Slow down [1]
All Streets. All Roads. Always forever now. We’ll split it right down the middle, like they split God’s country. I’ll metrate, you emerge. Let’s go.
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A privacy
Robert Browning’s “Paracelsus” (1835), re: co-, net-, and notworking:
I will kneel if you require me,
Impart the meagre knowledge I possess,
Explain its bounded nature, and avow
My insufficiency whate’er you will:
I give the fight up! Let there be an end,
A privacy, an obscure nook for me.
I want to be forgotten even by God!
