Friday, March 27, 2009
I upon my frontiers here / Keep residence
The grand narrative of irrepressible chaos is illustrated by very mundane examples. Miltonista lives by himself in a one-bedroom apartment. How is it that unless I perform various forms of cleaning (dishes, vacuuming, marking off boundaries with golden compasses, &tc.) every day, disgusting upheavals quickly ensue?
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Ah. Sounds like paradise.
No, really:
...what we by day
Lop overgrown, or prune, or prop, or bind,
One night or two with wanton growth derides
Tending to wilde.
(magic word below: spent. hmmmm.)
Ahh yes, I think I'm supposed to spawn some hands to help me. Although in a postlapsarian world, children aren't very disposed to a life of household chores.
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