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Little fly,
Thy summer's play
My thoughtless hand
Has brushed away.

Am not I
A fly like thee?
Or art not thou
A man like me?

For I dance
And drink and sing,
Till some blind hand
Shall brush my wing.

William Blake, 'The Fly' (1795)

Puzzle Me

An exercise in futility...

This is more than a little lame, but also traditional: it was one of the first things I ever put on my original homepage. I guess it gets to stay.

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I've just updated the photo for the first time in eight years or so, but I'm not sure that I've done the right thing... Have I gone from ludicrous to egoist? Can posting a snaphot of me squinting into the sun even be seen as egotistical? It is better than most photos of me, but then 'better' is not the same as 'good', either... Why do I even worry about these things? Why don't I lift my fingers off the keyboard before going off on these internal monologues?