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Monday, August 23, 2004
A Penny for Your Thoughts
Shakespeare, Othello 3.3.136-141:
Utter my thoughts? Why, say they are vile and false; As where's that palace whereinto foul things Sometimes intrude not? Who has a breast so pure, But some uncleanly apprehensions Keep leets and law-days, and in session sit With meditations lawful?