April 9, 2020

Last week Heath kept posting from The Knox Brothers, so I took down my copy again, and opened it randomly on Eddie Knox’s valediction to his own brain, beginning “O idle and incorrigible cranium…you poor inverted cup” in which this amusing stanza:

Is there any limit to the number of notorious
And beautiful people, you sieve, you net,
Whom I pass into your keeping, illuminate and glorious
And you forget?

(Would that I too should have illuminate and glorious people to pass into my cup’s keeping, and not forgotten too soon.)

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kopigenotype i know many people regard coffee as life-giving, but it is just possible that i was born about 10 cups of coffee under par. this makes me, i