As You Like It
It is a melancholy of mine own, compounded of many simples, extracted from many objects, and indeed the sundry contemplation of my travels, which, by often rumination, wraps me in a most humorous sadness.
Many a man may look respectable, and yet be able to hide at will behind a spiral staircase.
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No NO No! *shrinks back in horror*. This is too much, even for me. I just finished studying this confounded thing, and I can't even remember who says these lines *weeps bitter tears*. If it isn't a rude shock as it is finding shakespeare mockingly perched atop your otherwise entertaining site. Really, you should be more sensitive.
Puja, I wholly and unreservedly apologize. I can totally understand what you must have gone through on spotting this particular blog entry, for I can imagine the pure horror I myself would face were I to, while meandering across the blogosphere, reach a usually engaging blog, and find it, to my utmost shock, adorned with, say, a Navier-Stokes equation.
I really am, once again, very very sorry.
What's a Navier-Stokes equation?
Navier-Stokes Equation
There. That should give you a fairly accurate idea.
Oh. I see. Charming.
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