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December 01, 2016



I remembered the quote from
Troilus and Cressida as "orts and dregs" of her love. I had it wrong. I wrote a longish paper about Troilus and Cressida in college, exploring different performances in different historical contexts. Today I told my boss that seeking the orts and dregs of his approval is a sad game. He'd never heard the word before. He whipped out the giant two volume unabridged dictionary and the magnifying glass. Another fellow in the room asked the relationship between ort and the oort strip in space. I googled, and found your post. It was so very helpful and satisfying.

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