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With every one whisper: "I love you"
Dec. 8th, 2003 02:36 pmI am in love.
He speaks Latin, he's rich, and he writes the most gorgeous poetry.
Only problem: he's been dead for two thousand years. That, and he's in love with a whore. But anyway.
It's so lovely in English; just imagine what it's like in Latin . . .
( Propertius 2.29b )
I am so TIRED. I can't fall asleep until three, and then I have to get up at nine. It sucks so much. And if I go to bed early, I just lie there. Argh.
This is a wonderful song. Until Friday, I hadn't listened to this CD in years. I wonder why.
Off to do battle with the librarians over an imaginary fine.
He speaks Latin, he's rich, and he writes the most gorgeous poetry.
Only problem: he's been dead for two thousand years. That, and he's in love with a whore. But anyway.
It's so lovely in English; just imagine what it's like in Latin . . .
( Propertius 2.29b )
I am so TIRED. I can't fall asleep until three, and then I have to get up at nine. It sucks so much. And if I go to bed early, I just lie there. Argh.
This is a wonderful song. Until Friday, I hadn't listened to this CD in years. I wonder why.
Off to do battle with the librarians over an imaginary fine.
