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Issues Index | Next => There were no quotes sent for yesterday, and very nearly were none sent today, as I've been a bit under the weather. Nothing serious or even vaguely interesting, just that listless, achy, brain-doesn't-work sort of flu bug. I stared at the various events of this day in history for an hour without coming up with anything and was about to just take the whole weekend off when I realized that you probably should know what's going on here: I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired.
Let us rise up and be thankful, for if we didn't learn a lot today, at least we learned a little, and if we didn't learn a little, at least we didn't get sick, and if we got sick, at least we didn't die; so, let us all be thankful. How sickness enlarges the dimensions of a man's self to himself! Supreme selfishness is inculcated upon him as his only duty. I enjoy convalescence. It is the part that makes the illness worth while. Civilization is what makes you sick. We forget ourselves and our destinies in health; and the chief use of temporary sickness is to remind us of these concerns.
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