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Thursday, August 28, 2014
A Sad Epicurean
Edward FitzGerald, letter to W.M. Thackeray (November 15, 1852):
Life every day seems a more total failure and mess to me: but it is yet bearable: and I am become a sad Epicurean—just desirous to keep on the windy side of bother and pain.