Thursday, August 23, 2012

Retrodictions, canto 4, quatrain 4

A day that fever lays you ill;
a plague of pests too small to see;
a mold compressed into a pill;
’tis death for them but not for thee.

Commentary by Brother Quark:
An herbal protection spell.

Commentary by N. Hellerstein:
This is about antibiotics.


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