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Wednesday, October 06, 2004
Happiness in East Podunk
Horace, Epistles 1.11.29-30:
What you seek is right here, it's in East Podunk, if you keep your equanimity.
quod petis, hic est, / est Vlubris, animus si te non deficit aequus.