Nothing to see here really.
I'm hungry, but it would be unwise for me to eat anything.
Then I remember, I'm unwise as a rule.
So what should I eat?
Who now experiences such pangs:
'This old moon wanes! She lingers my desires
Like to a step-dame or a dowager
Long withering out a young man's revenues,' Midsummer Night's Dream I.1.
Returning to the question of what to eat this time of the morning, have you ever seen a rhinoceros in person? Ionesco was on to something there my friends.
Where was I?
She sits atop a slag-heap and calls us to account to the mercy of God.
Wisdom has a hard life at the moment.
Good thing I'm not wise. Never have been, never will be. It's almost a willful refusal, except that I don't remember willing it or refusing anything.
The poorly loved are like orange blossoms killed by a late frost.
With that, I'm off. G'night all.
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