I must be sad when I have cause and smile
at no man's jests, eat when I have stomach and wait
for no man's leisure, sleep when I am drowsy and
tend on no man's business, laugh when I am merry and
claw no man in his humour...
I had rather be a canker in a hedge than a rose in
his grace, and it better fits my blood to be
disdained of all than to fashion a carriage to rob
love from any: in this, though I cannot be said to
be a flattering honest man, it must not be denied
but I am a plain-dealing villain. I am trusted with
a muzzle and enfranchised with a clog; therefore I
have decreed not to sing in my cage. If I had my
mouth, I would bite; if I had my liberty, I would do
my liking: in the meantime let me be that I am and
seek not to alter me.
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Date: 3/26/04 08:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 3/28/04 11:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 3/29/04 07:44 pm (UTC)I'm not really a wake/funeral person anyway. Probably a byproduct of working as an obit writer.
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Date: 3/26/04 10:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 3/27/04 09:08 pm (UTC)But wtf is this all about? I've noticed a trend among LJ users lately, posting about their own demise, and carrying on about how their LJ will be kept up by a ghost or somesuch.
I need to get out more, I guess.
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Date: 3/28/04 10:28 pm (UTC)