"And he to me: ' This mountain's of such sort that climbing it is hardest at the start; but as we rise, the slope grows less unkind. Therefore, when this slope seems to you so gentle that climbing farther up will be as restful as traveling downstream by boat, you will be where this pathway ends, and there you can expect to put your weariness to rest. I say no more, and this I know as truth.'" Dante, Purgatorio IV.88-96
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Something icky on Sava's nose.
Sava: "Tati!! Can you please wipe my nose with a wipekin?"
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