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Poor Tennyson, like so many of the Victorians today, he can come across as pompous, grandiose, even corny. Or, worse, quaint.
That is our loss, I think, and a result of our own myopia and a contraction of our brains and senses. 1,035 more words
I’m a runner.
Do you know what that means? That means that I like to go outside every day and jackhammer my legs onto tough, unyielding – and in Texas melting – roads all while I fight off the downpour of steaming, salty, sweat draining into my eyes, and if I happened to be worried about skin cancer on this particular day, then add a steady stream of sunblock into that runoff… 847 more words