But Mousie, thou art no thy lane,So it sometimes seems with my recent post history since, yet again, I find myself away from home without the resources that I need to complete this week's posts. Since they have largely been prepared I crave, again, your indulgence with the intent that they should appear within the next few days. My apologies. The rest will follow.
In proving foresight may be vain:
The best-laid schemes o' mice an' men Gang aft agley,
An' lea'e us nought but grief an' pain, For promis'd joy!
Saturday, November 16, 2013
In 1785 Robert Burns wrote a poem to a mouse, the last-but-one verse of which reads:
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