“They saw their injured country's woe;
The flaming town, the wasted field;
Then rushed to meet the insulting foe;
They took the spear, - but left the shield.”
―Philip Freneau
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And by a prudent flight and cunning save A life which valour could not, from the grave. A better buckler I can soon regain, But who can get another life again?
Archilochus
Tuesday, September 8, 2026
Look Mom, No Quarks: The Glueball
F=ma
4 comments:
Anonymous
said...
Will you tak# your 5000 silvers, my little petit burgeous? ;-p
That the crisis of late Capitalism. The kids work hard, go to university, and then get stiffed with the jobs.... so they "lay Flat".(tang ping) or become Maoists.
4 comments:
Will you tak# your 5000 silvers, my little petit burgeous? ;-p
I was perfectly happy to do so until 5000 was reduced to 2000...
%^P
That the crisis of late Capitalism. The kids work hard, go to university, and then get stiffed with the jobs.... so they "lay Flat".(tang ping) or become Maoists.
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