For the time being I shall ignore them while flowers are blooming and there is warmth in the sun. Tomorrow I shall have to think again of the morons, idiots and nincompoops who hold sway over the impotent masses of the world. In this weather it can easily be put aside even in a patio garden in London.
Meanwhile the mind from pleasures less
Withdraws into its happiness;
The mind, that ocean where each kind
Does straight its own resemblance find,
Annihilating all that's made
To a green thought in a green shade.
Unpleasant comments must wait until tomorrow.
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