In the past

Lay long, that is, till 6 and past before I rose, in order to sweat a little away the cold which I was afraid I might have got yesterday, but I bless God I am well. So up and to my office, and then we met and sat till noon, very full of business. Then Sir John Minnes, both Sir Williams and I to the Trinity House, where we had at dinner a couple of venison pasties, of which I eat but little, being almost cloyed, having been at five pasties in three days, namely, two at our own feast, and one yesterday, and two to-day. So home and at the office all the afternoon, busy till nine at night, and so to my lodging and to bed.
This afternoon I had my new key and the lock of my office door altered, having lost my key the other day, which vexed me.

Long past:
cold as a god of business.

Past of which I eat,
almost cloyed.

Past in our own feast,
the lock altered.


Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Saturday 6 September 1662.

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