Samuel Pepys, wrote John Evelyn, was ‘universally beloved, hospitable, generous, learned in many things’ and ‘skilled in music’. John Evelyn, wrote Pepys, ‘must be allowed … for a little conceitedness; but he may well be so, being a man so much above others’. Pepys’s assessment of Evelyn was made early in their relationship, in 1665, and Evelyn’s assessment of Pepys was made on the day that his fellow diarist died, in 1703. So rest the reputations of our two great recorders of Restoration England: Pepys, the middle-class son of a tailor, was a man of the people; Evelyn, the heir of a country gentleman, was a notch or two above.
Source: Samuel Pepys and John Evelyn: a meeting of like minds | The Spectator
A Dadaist Fairy Tale
People notch Poppies on zero trees – spy silver buttercups;
He wrote a day’s miles like this.
There in the middle class … in six sieves was a fiance’s consciousness. The person I loved, slept and learned.
In each Lyndon recorder, a constantly yellow pasta man by the forest was written in prose.
He or she is a “universal need” in John’s generous ocean. There was a middle class … the heart of the groom was in six corners.
Our musical relationship with rust is ours to dance –
let time hammer out the edges of our days.
The reason why he wanted to make this work the strongest was the claim that this research was not a controversy, but actually a taboo.
The descent brings mystery,
So the dead apparition of Vermilion Motion is born –
This is an atmospheric aria of forgotten tranquility, that comes to us from a lost age of magic and wonder.
Why was there a yellow stick?
The remaining creatures move only one.
I want to rust.
A glittering and long shining jungle writes taboos in the palm of your hand, as I thank my friends.
A good gentleman,
In that, and quite deeply –
finds a comfortable experience of bread-lid bedrooms.
Erythrocyte pebbles light pyres at the feet in my sand. Who is in each area?
Those that say they love lovers, and the swamp.
This is an atmospheric aria of forgotten tranquility, that comes to us from a lost age of happenstance and enchantment.
Now Go – this is the search query corner class –
ask Other Eyes, the tailor threads fate in your pockets.