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There is an old Polish aphorism — Nie mój cyrk. Nie moje małpy. — which I heartily recommend to you. It means, “not my circus; not my monkeys” and while it’s not a universal purgative, you may find the distance it affords beneficial to your mental health.
Repeat after me: nyeh moy sirk; nyeh moy-eh mau-pee.
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[From the Community Collection, a public trust in Agincourt, Iowa] RUZICKA-LAUTENSCHLÄGER, Hans [1862–1933] Cityscape / Tightrope Walker / Seiltänzer oil on canvas / 5 inches…
“God will not look you over for medals, degrees or diplomas but for scars.” ― Elbert Hubbard
I am archipelagic, not continental… Archilochus is one of several Greek philosophers known solely by fragmentary writings that have survived the vicissitudes of archaic libraries:…
Many areas of interest will have passed through Agincourt as fads, phases, or outright tomfoolery. Medicine is surely one of them. What’s accepted as medical…
