Tuesday, August 12, 2008

Another Tempestuous Thought—and a New Poll!

Shakespeare, William. The Tempest. The Riverside Shakespeare. 2nd ed. Gen. ed. G. Blakemore Evans. Boston: Houghton Mifflin, 1997. 1656-88.
The quote used for the tag line in this blog is from The Tempest.   You can see it in the image to the right, and it also appears as the footer to the blog as a whole.  

But here is the text—just in case you need it typed up and punctuated:
The very instant that I saw you did
My heart fly to your service, there resides,
To make me slave to it; and, for your sake,
Am I this patient [b]log-man.  (III.i.64-67)
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Shakespeare, William. The Riverside Shakespeare. 2nd ed. Gen. ed. G. Blakemore Evans. Boston: Houghton Mifflin, 1997.
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The very instant that I saw you did / My heart fly to your service; there resides, / To make me slave to it; and, for your sake, / Am I this patient [b]log-man.

—The Tempest