Outside the dorms

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Daniel has staggered up to the school, completely drunk after his single glass of whiskey Cheapest date ever

He's now standing in underneath the window of 239/240.

"But soft! What light through yonder window breaks?
It is the East, and Janet is the sun!
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon
Who is already sick and pale with grief
That thou her maid art far more fair than she.
Be not her maid, since she is envious.
Her vestal livery is but sick and green,
And none but fools do wear it. Cast it off."

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Sonnet 116

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"Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved."

As requested...

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This can be no trick. The conference was sadly borne; they have the truth of this from Hero; they seem to pity the lady. It seems her affections have their full bent. Love me? Why, it must be requited. I hear how I am censured. They say I will bear myself proudly if I perceive the love come from her. They say too that she will rather die than give any sign of affection. I did never think to marry. I must not seem proud. Happy are they that hear their detractions and can put them to mending. They say the lady is fair - 'tis a truth, I can bear them witness; and virtuous - 'tis so, I cannot reprove it; and wise, but for loving me - by my troth, it is no addition to her wit, nor no great argument of her folly, for I will be horribly in love with her. I may chance have some odd quirks and remnants of wit broken on me because I have railed so long against marriage. But doth not the appetite alter? A man loves the meat in his youth that he cannot endure in his age. Shall quips and sentences and these paper bullets of the brain awe a man from the career of his humor? No, the world must be peopled. When I said I would die a bachelor, I did not think I should live till I were married. Here comes Janet. By this day, she's a fair lady! I do spy some marks of love in her.


Janet, Ich liebe dich!

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Kawalsky walked over to the window. He opened the window and hung his head out, looking down. Sure enough, there was Daniel Jackson, drunk if his body language was anything to go by, reciting poetry. Kawalsky stuck his head back inside the room, and then picked up a lime from last night that still looked whole, but had its insides mostly scraped out. He looked back outside the window, and then pegged it at Daniel.

Shrugging at his aim, Kawalsky returned to sit on his bed. "Janet, it's for you."

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

We're actively heckling him here (and Janet's sleeping off her hangover) (http://www.livejournal.com/users/notcalledlizzie/6709.html?thread=123189#t123189)