When I read The Georgics…I am happy.
The best thing I read today was instructions for the farmer in The Georgics: what to do on a rainy day.
But I’m too busy to put it up right now, so it will have to wait for tomorrow.
Meanwhile: my roommate is a crazy person.
LAD: This is my baldric.
ME: Don’t ruin your shirt, lad.
LAD: It’s not my shirt it’s my pants.
Crazy people are not a blight, but the spice of society. Imagine food without spice. What’s the point of eating it? Might as well hook yourself up to a feeding tube.
Thanks, dear reader, should you ever find me, for charitably making the world safe for, not from, crazy people.