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[01.19.04] O sweetest Melancholy!
[12.13.03] A dark contest of waves and winde;
A meer tempestuous debate.

[12.03.03] O Poesy! for thee I hold my pen
[11.05.03] My thoughts still cling to the mouldering past,
But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast...

[10.11.03] The scholar and the world! The endless strife,
The discord in the harmonies of life!

[10.11.03] Let me not to the marriage of true minds...
[09.29.03] Too weak, for all her heart's endeavour,
To set its struggling passion free

[08.25.03] "I have nothing to declare except my genius."
[08.23.03] "Either that wallpaper goes, or I do."
[08.21.03] Darkling I listen; and, for many a time
I have been half in love with easeful Death,
Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme
To take into the air my quiet breath

[05.05.03] The most insipid and meaningless drivel...
[05.05.03] Un chant mystérieux tombe des astres d'or.
[03.18.03] There is poetry in despair,
And we sang with unrivaled beauty,
Bitter elegies of savagery and eloquence.

[03.08.03] Totus mundus agit histrionem
[03.01.03] 'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

[02.27.03] My heart is as some famine-murdered land
Whence all good things have perished utterly

[02.23.03] Morituri te salutamus
[02.20.03] I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker,
And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker,
And in short, I was afraid.

[02.03.03] Because I could not stop for Death—He kindly stopped...
[01.31.03] Read this the tale of my despair...
[07.05.02] Hic astabo tantisper cum hac forma et factus frusta?
[03.05.02] The squalor of the soul
[03.03.02] Resplendence
[03.02.02] Mortality
Archived Entries
[03.15.03] Drivel of the Day | March 15, 2003
[02.21.03] Answers to the Common Knowledge Quiz
[02.21.03] Come one, come all!
Test your mental mettle: Common Knowledge Quiz

[02.17.03] Elen síla lúmenn' omentielvo
[02.16.03] The Conflagration of the Fripperies | Chapter the Third
[02.15.03] Shop! in the Name of Love...
[02.10.03] I leant upon a coppice gate
When Frost was spectre-grey,
And Winter's dregs made desolate
The weakening eye of day.

[02.10.03] I live in Possibility—
A fairer House than Prose...

[01.19.03] Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget...
[12.20.02] Of Love and Other Demons
[12.19.02] Vitanda est improba siren desidia
[12.16.02] Où nagent dans la nuit l'horreur et le blasphème
[10.23.02] Down With The CPP
[10.15.02] The Conflagration | Chapter the Second
[10.11.02] The Conflagration | Chapter the First: Revised
[08.12.02] Varium et mutabile semper femina
[07.07.02] Aut insanit homo, aut versus facit
[07.04.02] Bibamus, moriendum est
[07.02.02] He's alive! Aliiiiiiiive!
[05.04.02] For love is a many-splendored thing...
[05.03.02] This is only a test...
[04.27.02] Caution: Wet Paint
[04.27.02] Everything you never wanted to know about me...
[04.26.02] Soirées and sadness
[04.23.02] Mustn't... go... home!
[04.22.02] My raging addiction
[04.21.02] The Life of Eric Jeffus: Apr. 18-21, 2002
[04.21.02] The shocking truth about dogs
[04.18.02] Operation: Apathy
[04.18.02] Need sleep, precious, precious sleep...
[04.18.02] The Black Sabbath
[04.15.02] God has no religion.
[04.15.02] Rituale Romanum
[04.14.02] Purgatory
[04.13.02] Self-defense (literally)
[04.12.02] Rumours of my death...
[04.12.02] On Counterculture.
[04.12.02] I am a Converse convert
[04.12.02] The Monster Stress Hath Begotten
[03.05.02] The crows will kill us all...
[03.03.02] Visions
[03.01.02] What happens to a dream deferred?

Vitanda est improba siren desidia [12.19.02]

[Latin: "One must avoid that wicked temptress Laziness."]

Greetings and hello! Nothing new to report, really: I'm on Christmas Break for basically all of December, so I'm doing my best impersonation of a slug while I still can. What little I have to offer in the way of noteworthy information is as follows:

By some miracle of Zeus, I managed to get straight A's in my first quarter at Cal Poly, although I didn't deserve to at all. Huzzah!

For those of you following that infamous and scandalous soap opera, "Days of Our Eric," the e-mail to Aurore (see prior entry: "Où nagent dans la nuit l'horreur et le blasphème") has been sent. May Allah be merciful, and allow her to respond swiftly and amicably.

And now, for something completely different: a list of books currently on my desk.

A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court, Mark Twain
Utopia, Sir Thomas More
The War of the Worlds, H.G. Wells
The Portable Hawthorne
The Doom That Came to Sarnath and Other Stories, H.P. Lovecraft
The Land of Laughs, Jonathan Carroll
Juliette, Marquis de Sade
The Works of Wilde
The Hunchback of Notre-Dame, Victor Hugo
Alchemy & Mysticism: The Hermetic Museum, Alexander Roob
The Flowers of Evil, Charles Baudelaire
The Best of H.P. Lovecraft: Bloodcurdling Tales of Horror and the Macabre
Gray's Anatomy, Henry Gray, F.R.S.
The Journey of Self-Discovery, His Divine Grace A.C. Bhaktivedanta Swami Prabhupada

Until next we meet, I bid you farewell. Au revoir, tout le monde!

[Exit Orpheum.]