Sonnet 125

Were't aught to me I bore the canopy,
With my extern the outward honouring,
Or laid great bases for eternity,
Which proves more short than waste or ruining?
Have I not seen dwellers on form and favour
Lose all and more by paying too much rent
For compound sweet, forgoing simple savour,
Pitiful thrivers, in their gazing spent?
No; let me be obsequious in thy heart,
And take thou my oblation, poor but free,
Which is not mixed with seconds, knows no art,
But mutual render, only me for thee.
   Hence, thou suborned informer! a true soul
   When most impeached stands least in thy control.

http://www.shakespeares-sonnets.com/sonnet/125

https://people.com/movies/chadwick-boseman-final-tweet-before-his-death-was-in-support-of-kamala-harris/

Accents in Black Panther is talked a lot in this show.

disseminate 広める

https://www.bbc.com/news/world-us-canada-53956683

Meanwhile, Eric’s become the moron publicly. 

Moron 低能

“She’s a mini Donald, but yet he’s besotted with her. He always has been. She’s always been his favorite,” Barry said.

Besotted with 夢中　besot 酩酊　夢中

https://www.theguardian.com/us-news/2020/aug/29/ivanka-eric-trump-aunt-audio-recordings

Praise myself:

1. Did routine
2. Gouache
3. Calligraphy
4. Made beeswax wraps
5. Wrote a comment