Let us live, my Lesbia, and love, and value at a penny all the talk of crabbed old men. Suns may set and rise again: for us, when our brief light has set, there's the sleep of perpetual night.
- Catullus, Carmen V.
7/4/2009 2:50:02 PM
Update: Kitty hates Redondo and won't come out from under the sink.