Sonnet 46

Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war,
How to divide the conquest of thy sight;
Mine eye my heart thy picture’s sight would bar,
My heart mine eye the freedom of that right.
My heart doth plead that thou in him dostlie,
A closet never pierc’d with crystal eyes,
But the defendant doth that plea deny,
And says in him thy fair appearance lies.
To ‘cide this title is impannelled
A quest of thoughts, all tenants to the heart;
And by their verdict is determined
The clear eye’s moiety, and the dear heart’s part:
As thus: mine eye’s due is thine outward part,
And my heart’s right, thine inward love of heart.

Touting his 20 years of practicing medicine, LaTulippe claimed at the protest that the virus had already mutated and was therefore “no more.”

tout うるさく売り込む

https://www.buzzfeednews.com/article/salvadorhernandez/doctor-masks-covid19-conspiracies-oregon-license-suspended

Anosmia 臭覚障害

Spoof ちゃかし

Jordan’s effort to turn a piece of public health guidance into a salvo in the so-called “war on Christmas” stunned many.

Salvo 一斉攻撃

https://www.huffpost.com/entry/jim-jordan-holidays-merry-christmas-tweet_n_5fcb3bbac5b619bc4c33341b

Years ago, in a dimly lit vegan restaurant in the East Village of Manhattan, I ate a “lasagna” made from layers of raw squash, cashew cheese, and seemingly nothing else. It had the consistency of cardboard and the seasoning of a rock, and I smiled politely at my friend and new health coach, sitting across the table, as she pored over the benefits of such a meal. 

Pore over 熟読

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