It's 9:56 am, my paper's due in 34 minutes, and it's printing. So short of something catastrophic with the printer, I'm going to make it!
A Cool Web of Language
There's a cool web of language weaves us in,
Retreat from too much joy and too much fear:
We grow sea-green at least and coldly die
In brininess and volubility.
--Robert Graves
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