MID-AUGUST.
Summer gone in a gulp. A week ago we were feasting on our idleness. Fishing cool
streams in search of perfect trout. Guiltlessly pursuing our mindless pleasures at the breakneck speed of sloths.
But now-where did it all go
I -it's
back to the sobriety of the lecture hall, the discipline of the text book, the
asceticism of the lab . For nine more months we labor ... until summer is born again.
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