| Sunday, March 25, 2007 |
| CONVERSATIONS I FEAR |
Dusty shelves, and musty books,
What can possibly be enchanting in that?
I never said it was. Explore further.
Open the books, and, if literate, venture to read.
Comprehend the words, understand, realize.
But how, I ask, is that enjoyable?
To spend a perfectly good afternoon, your nose buried in a book?
Go out then, and in the heat, get a sunstroke.
Or sit in an armchair, and escape to a new world.
A new world? What makes you think, pray,
That that is more enchanting? And I have a large hat.
Very large indeed, And if the brain's anything to go by...
But why be ungallant? There are villains enough...
And then, besides, Better things to indulge in...
Better universe to visit and explore...
Better ways to spend an afternoon...
Better ways, in short, to occupy oneself,
And escape....
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| COCKTAIL PUNCH AND A DASH OF SALT |
 - Name: Clezevra
- Location: In Limbo
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