Chapter 10

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 Starting chapter 10 exhausted. Need to take a break. The closer to the end I get, the steeper the climb, as it were. Just gets harder near the end. I’m having eye surgery consultation later this week. I’m thinking the eye strain is too much for this little pea brain. Everything jumbles together. But so excited this is happening!

T’was Brillig

 And the slithy tove did gyre and gimble on the wabe (Lewis Carroll)


An hour with Shakespeare and you begin to feel comfortable with the language. Two hours, and you wonder wherefore all this rabblery assembled make such baleful din in spite and menace ‘gainst your hour of peace. Happy Shakespeare’s Day!


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