Wednesday, March 12, 2008

Day One: Everything Changes; Day Three: The Tragic Flaw

Farewell to Eliot. He resigned ten minutes ago, Silda by his side.
So farewell—to the little good you bear me.
Farewell? a long farewell to all my greatness!
This is the state of man: to-day he puts forth
The tender leaves of hopes, to-morrow blossoms,
And bears his blushing honors thick upon him;
The third day comes a frost, a killing frost,
And when he thinks, good easy man, full surely
His greatness is a-ripening, nips his root,
And then he falls as I do.
--Henry VIII, Act 3

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