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Get thee to a physical bookstore, if you can find one, or to Amazon’s or Apple’s online dispensers, you won’t regret it.

Amazon ou Apple ? Pourquoi référencer les deux boutiques de livres électroniques les plus fermées du marché ? Elles seules ont le livre en question ? Non, toutes les boutiques généralistes du marchés l'ont. Elles ont besoin de publicité ? Hahahahahaha. Non, c'est juste de la propagande par omission, ou par aveuglement devant la réussite de ces systèmes clos, donc confortables.

What thou lovest well remains, the rest is dross What thou lov'st well shall not be reft from thee What thou lov'st well is thy true heritage Whose world, or mine or theirs or is it of none? First came the seen, then thus the palpable Elysium, though it were in the halls of hell, What thou lovest well is thy true heritage What thou lov'st well shall not be reft from thee (EZRA POUND, PISAN CANTOS, LXXXI)

Easter Wings by George Herbert Lord, Who createdst man in wealth and store, Though foolishly he lost the same, Decaying more and more, Till he became Most poore: With Thee O let me rise, As larks, harmoniously, And sing this day Thy victories: Then shall the fall further the flight in me. My tender age in sorrow did beginne; And still with sicknesses and shame Thou didst so punish sinne, That I became Most thinne. With Thee Let me combine, And feel this day Thy victorie; For, if I imp my wing on Thine, Affliction shall advance the flight in me.

The Tyger Tyger! Tyger! burning bright, In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand dare sieze the fire? And what shoulder, & what art, Could twist the sinews of thy heart? And when thy heart began to beat, What dread hand? & what dread feet? What the hammer? what the chain? In what furnace was thy brain? What the anvil? what dread grasp Dare its deadly terrors clasp? When the stars threw down their spears, And water'd heaven with their tears, Did he smile his work to see? Did he who made the Lamb make thee? Tyger! Tyger! burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Dare frame thy fearful symmetry? William Blake

Tigre! Tigre! William Blake O TYGRE Tradução: Augusto de Campos Tygre! Tygre! Brilho, brasa que a furna noturna abrasa, que olho ou mão armaria tua feroz symmetrya? Em que céu se foi forjar o fogo do teu olhar? Em que asas veio a chamma? Que mão colheu esta flamma? Que força fez retorcer em nervos todo o teu ser? E o som do teu coração de aço, que cor, que ação? Teu cérebro, quem o malha? Que martelo? Que fornalha o moldou? Que mão, que garra seu terror mortal amarra? Quando as lanças das estrelas cortaram os céus, ao vê-las, quem as fez sorriu talvez? Quem fez a ovelha te fez? Tygre! Tygre! Brilho, brasa que a furna noturna abrasa, que olho ou mão armaria tua feroz symmetrya? O TYGRE Tradução: José Paulo Paes Tygre, Tygre, viva chama Que as florestas de noite inflama, Que olho ou mão imortal podia Traçar-te a horrível simetria? Em que abismo ou céu longe ardeu O fogo dos olhos teus? Com que asas atreveu ao vôo? Que mão ousou pegar o fogo? Que arte & braço pôde então Torcer-te as fibras do coração? Quando ele já estava batendo, Que mão & que pés horrendos? Que cadeia? que martelo, Que fornalha teve o teu cérebro? Que bigorna? que tenaz Pegou-te os horrores mortais? Quando os astros alancearam O céu e em pranto o banharam, Sorriu ele ao ver seu feito? Fez-te quem fez o Cordeiro? Tygre, Tygre, viva chama Que as florestas da noite inflama, Que olho ou mão imortal ousaria Traçar-te a horrível simetria? THE TYGER Tyger! Tyger! burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand, dare seize the fire? And what shoulder & what art, Could twist the sinews of thy heart? And when thy heart began to beat, What dread hand & what dread feet? What the hammer? what the chain? In what furnace was thy brain? What the anvil? what the grasp Dare its deadly terrors clasp? When the stars threw down their spears, And water'd heaven with their tears, Did he smile his work to see? Did he who made the Lamb make thee? Tyger! Tyger! burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

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The heavens opened and a bright warm light shone down today when I discovered the Firefox keyboard shortcut that re-opens the most recently closed tab: Ctrl-Shift-T. (Cmd-Shift-T for Mac users.) This one ranks up there with Ctrl-T (new tab) and Ctrl L (go to address bar). Our time together was short and clicky, but now it's over between us, tab bar right-click menu. Fare thee well. — Gina Trapani

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