Welcome, October

 “The skies they were ashen and sober;        The leaves they were crispéd and sere—        The leaves they were withering and sere;  It was night in the lonesome October        Of my most immemorial year;  It was hard by the dim lake of Auber,        In the misty mid region of Weir—  It was down by the dank tarn of Auber,        In the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir.” (First stanza of “Ulalume” by Edgar Allen Poe)

Finished Reading

 

Finished reading Ruth (Old Testament) and Book 2 of Aristotle’s Nicomachean Ethics. This one hurt my brain a lottle that I nearly cried in logic when all he had to say was “men are good in but one way, but bad in many.”

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