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Half the break is already over  L  Sonnet 35:

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XXXV

  No more be griev'd at that which thou hast done:

  Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud:

  Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and sun,

  And loathsome canker lives in sweetest bud.

  All men make faults, and even I in this,

  Authorizing thy trespass with compare,

  Myself corrupting, salving thy amiss,

  Excusing thy sins more than thy sins are;

  For to thy sensual fault I bring in sense,--

  Thy adverse party is thy advocate,--

  And 'gainst myself a lawful plea commence:

  Such civil war is in my love and hate,

    That I an accessary needs must be,

    To that sweet thief which sourly robs from me.

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Having spent most of yesterday reading about kireji in Japanese haiku  J  I’m looking for a punctuation mark as the volta again, and the Doppelpunkt at the end of line 11 catches my eye, marking, as it does, the boundary between the riddle and its resolution.  More in the afternoon—