Lear: And my poor fool is hanged. No, no life? Why should a dog, a horse, a rat have life, And thou no breath at all? O, thou wilt come no more, never, never, never. Pray you, undo this button. Thank you, sir. O, O, O, O.
A hum-dinger, too.
A friend writes:our new laureatea surrealist—absurd!to which I reply:our new laureatea surrealist—of course!
A hum-dinger, too.
ReplyDeleteA friend writes:
ReplyDeleteour new laureate
a surrealist—
absurd!
to which I reply:
our new laureate
a surrealist—
of course!