Sonnet 137

Thou blind fool, Love, what dost thou to mine eyes,
That they behold, and see not what they see?
They know what beauty is, see where it lies,
Yet what the best is take the worst to be.
If eyes, corrupt by over-partial looks,
Be anchored in the bay where all men ride,
Why of eyes’ falsehood hast thou forged hooks,
Whereto the judgment of my heart is tied?
Why should my heart think that a several plot,
Which my heart knows the wide world’s common place?
Or mine eyes, seeing this, say this is not,
To put fair truth upon so foul a face?
In things right true my heart and eyes have erred,
And to this false plague are they now transferred.

Semi final 🎾 Philando Castile

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shooting_of_Philando_Castile

“It was far from my mind that my cleavage would be the subject of any disagreement,” she says.

Cleavage 胸の谷間

Paris Musée d’Orsay sorry for barring visitor in low-cut dress https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-europe-54099251

Now it’s time for Americans to delineate all the many ways that Donald Trump is dumb.

Delineate 描写する

There’s the stupidity of arrogance, the stupidity of ignorance and his old friend: the stupidity of blatant duplicity.

Blatant ずうずうしい

duplicity 二枚舌

Maintaining a modicum of self-restraint would be an overwhelming challenge for this president for the duration of just one response to one question. 

A Modicum of 〜　ささやかなる〜

https://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2020/sep/10/donald-trump-bob-woodward-interviews

Praise myself:

1. Did routine
2. Solved a matter
3. 🧺
4. Changed the theme of this website
5. Lived