So, a couple of hours ago, I was happily scrolling through my Pinterest feed when I came across a quote by Walt Whitman. I thought up some clever quip to use in the description field, hit the Repin button, and then decided to double-check something before I posted it for all the world to see. It’s a good thing I did, because as it turns out, I had my nineteenth-century American authors mixed up. (I always get Whitman, Emerson, and Thoreau confused.)
Of course now, after having spent the last couple of hours reading about Walt Whitman, the Washingtonians, “O Captain! My Captain!“, the Wilmot Proviso, and a few other random things on Wikipedia, I have absolutely no idea what that clever quip I thought up was anymore. Heck, I couldn’t even remember why I was reading about Walt Whitman in the first place till I clicked over to my Pinterest tab and saw that I was in the middle of pinning something.
But I guess that’s just the way it goes. This has been one of the longest weeks in recent memory and I don’t suppose it will get much better in the next day or so. But! Come Friday, I’ll be entering Pitch Madness, so that’s gotta count for something, right?
Okay, that whole last paragraph doesn’t make a whole lot of sense. I’m tired. I’ll blame the time change. And then I’ll go to bed.
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- When Oscar Met Walt: Oscar Wilde and Walt Whitman, January 1882 (irishamericancivilwar.com)