Something that has had to be dealt with since before e-mail was invented, I'm afraid:
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it. -- Edward Fitzgerald's translation of the poem "The Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyam", 1859
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Date: 2009-11-08 08:28 am (UTC)The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.
-- Edward Fitzgerald's translation of the poem "The Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyam", 1859