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THE
ARCHAIC MAN
2020-23
Take a moment to imagine a man. What does he look like? Stereotypically muscular, tall, dominating? Maybe your vision is more prosaic, a beer belly protruding through a tight Fat Face top and a pair of kind eyes? Or is he older – a father perhaps? What we picture is a compromise between those men in our lives whom we care for and societal projections of masculinity, or, to put it more simplistically, between your experience and your expectation.
It little profits that an idle king,
By this still hearth, among these barren crags,
Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and dole
Unequal laws unto a savage race,
That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me.
I cannot rest from travel: I will drink
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