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Posted:Jul 17, 2020 6:06 pm
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Sonnet 57: Being your slave, what should I do but tend
ORIGINAL TEXT no fear
Being your slave, what should I do but tend
Upon the hours and times of your desire?
I have no precious time at all spend,
Nor services do, till you require.
Nor dare I chide the world without end hour
Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you,
Nor think the bitterness of absence sour
When you have bid your servant once adieu.
Nor dare I question with my jealous thought
Where you may be, or your affairs suppose,
But, like a sad slave, stay and think of nought
Save, where you are, how happy you make those.
So true a fool is love that in your will,
Though you do anything, he thinks no ill.
MODERN TEXT
Since I’m your slave, what else should I do but wait on the hours, and for the times when you’ll want me? I don’t have any valuable time spend, or any services do, until you need me. Nor do I dare complain about how agonizingly long the hours are while I watch the clock for you, my king, or how bitter your absence is after you’ve said goodbye your servant. Nor do I dare ask jealous questions about where you might be, or speculate about your affairs, but like a sad slave I sit still and think about nothing except how happy you’re making whomever you’re with. Love makes a person such a faithful fool that no matter what you do satisfy your desires, he doesn’t think you’ve done anything wrong.
HAMLET
Act 3 Scene 1
be, or not be? That is the question—
Whether ’tis nobler in the mind suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
60Or take arms against a sea of troubles,
And, by opposing, end them? die, sleep—
No more—and by a sleep say we end
The heartache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir —’tis a consummation
65Devoutly be wished! die, sleep.
sleep, perchance dream—ay, there’s the rub,
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause. There’s the respect
70That makes calamity of so long life.
modern text
The question is: is it better be alive or dead? Is it nobler put up with all the nasty things that luck throws your way, or fight against all those troubles by simply putting an end them once and for all? Dying, sleeping—that’s all dying is—a sleep that ends all the heartache and shocks that life on earth gives us—that’s an achievement wish for. die, sleep— sleep, maybe dream. Ah, but there’s the catch: in death’s sleep who knows what kind of dreams might come, after we’ve put the noise and commotion of life behind us. That’s certainly something worry about. That’s the consideration that makes us stretch out our sufferings so long.
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what is happening to my account
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Posted:Jul 17, 2020 5:56 pm
Last Updated:May 17, 2021 3:28 pm
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I can't post any commits on pics and my PM system is shut down
and no one on the phone is helping me fix that just giving me the run around
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a few of Marquis De Sade's amazing quotes
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Posted:Jun 9, 2020 3:01 pm
Last Updated:Jul 20, 2020 9:22 pm
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Beloved reader, I leave you now with a tale penned by the Abbe du Coulmier, a man who found freedom, in the most unlikeliest of places: at the bottom of an inkwell, on the tip of a quill. However, be forewarned, it's plot is blood-soaked, it's characters depraved, and it's themes... unwholesome at best. But in order to know virtue, we must acquaint ourselves with vice. Only then can we know the full measure of man. So come... I Dare you... Turn the page...
from the book Justine from 1969
Sex should be a perfect balance of pain and pleasure. Without that symmetry, sex becomes a routine rather than an indulgence.
There is no more lively sensation than that of pain; its impressions are certain and dependable, they never deceive as may those of the pleasure women perpetually feign and almost never experience.
No kind of sensation is keener and more active than that of pain its impressions are unmistakable.
Sex without pain is like food without taste
“My manner of thinking, so you say, cannot be approved. Do you suppose I care? A poor fool indeed is he who adopts a manner of thinking for others! ”
“When she's abandoned her moral center and teachings...when she's cast aside her facade of propriety and lady-like demeanor...when I have so corrupted this fragile thing and brought out a writhing, mewling, bucking, wanton for my enjoyment and pleasure.....enticing from within this feral lioness...growling and scratching and biting...taking everything I dish out to her.....at that moment she is never more beautiful to me. ”
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