25 February 2004

My false sense of deja vu is really getting out of control. Cary Tennis has a particularly good column today. It ends with a reference the following line from this poem:

Over this damp grave I speak the words of my love:
I, with no rights in this matter,
Neither father nor lover.


My first thought was "wow, that's a great quote, it'll have to be an away message." But within about two minutes I was thinking "it sounds awful familiar where have I heard it before?"

And now I can't decide whether I have heard it before or whether my mind is just playing tricks with me.

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