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Posted: Tue Aug 24, 2010 3:23 pm
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Posted: Tue Aug 24, 2010 3:27 pm
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Posted: Tue Aug 24, 2010 3:33 pm
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Posted: Tue Aug 24, 2010 3:39 pm
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Posted: Tue Aug 24, 2010 3:46 pm
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Posted: Tue Aug 24, 2010 3:48 pm
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Posted: Tue Aug 24, 2010 3:54 pm
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Brutus would be Watson and Cassius is Holmes. ((I'm only posting parts of things that remind me of our beloved duo.))
CASSIUS: Will you go see the order of the course? BRUTUS: Not I. CASSIUS: I pray you, do. BRUTUS: I am not gamesome; I do lack some part / Of that quick spirit that is in Anthony. / Let me no hinder, Cassius, you desires; I'll leave you. CASSIUS: Brutus, I do observe you now of late: / I have not from your eyes that gentleness / And show of love as I was wont to have: / You bear too stubborn and too strange a hand / Over your friend that loves you. BRUTUS: Be not deceived... Vexed I am / Of late with passions of some difference, / Conceptions only proper to myself, / Which give some soil perhaps to my behaviors; / But let not therefore my good friends be grieved -- / Among which number, Cassius, be you one... Than that poor Brutus, with himself at war, / Forgets the shows of love to other men.
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Posted: Tue Aug 24, 2010 4:02 pm
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Posted: Tue Aug 24, 2010 4:06 pm
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Posted: Tue Aug 24, 2010 4:07 pm
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Posted: Tue Aug 24, 2010 4:08 pm
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Posted: Tue Aug 24, 2010 4:11 pm
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Posted: Tue Aug 24, 2010 4:14 pm
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Posted: Tue Aug 24, 2010 4:15 pm
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Posted: Tue Aug 24, 2010 4:17 pm
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