28 August 2006 at 1:21 pm (Muddling through)
Sleep that knits up the ravell’d sleeve of care, The death of each day’s life, sore labour’s bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature’s second course, Chief nourisher in life’s feast…
Macbeth, Act 2, scene 2
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