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[sheldonbartleby]

"Tommorrow we shall meet,
Death and I -
And he shall thrust his sword
Into one who is wide awake.

But in the meantime how grievous the memory
Of hours frittered away"
- Dag Hammarskjold, "Thus It Was"

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[dammitall]

Still frittering?
I spent most of today sweeping the floor and keeping an eye on the seedlings. No Nobel Prize in that, either.