20 April 2013

John Milton, no stranger to chaotic violence as an Englishman of the mid-seventeenth century, wrote:

...As bees
in spring time, when the sun with Taurus rides,
pour forth their populous youth about the hive
in clusters:  they among fresh dews and flowers
fly to and fro, or on the smoothed plank,
The suburb of their straw-built citadel,
New rubb'd with balm, expatiate and confer
Their state affairs...[Paradise Lost, Book I, 768-775]

Thank God we in Greater Boston can come out and confer with each other in the spring air once again.

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