Um...yeah. I have no excuse. Especially for the quote.John Donne wrote:May the next thing thou stoop'st to reach, contain
Poison, whose nimble fume rot thy moist brain;
Or libels, or some interdicted thing,
which negligently kept, thy ruin bring.
Lust-bred diseases rot thee; and dwell with thee
Itchy desire and no ability.
On the bright side, I'm taking a class on sexuality, subjectivity, and theology in 17th century poetry, and the professor's a hoot. Last lecture, we covered Eddie Izzard, Spinal Tap, and granny porn. I can't wait to see what tonight's lecture is going to be!
(One more post from me and I'll hit 10...and can write any banned words I want! Mwah-ha-ha.)
Edit: (Wait...porn isn't a banned word? That seems an egregious oversight...)