A cheese may disappoint. It may be dull, it may be naive, it may be oversophisticated. Yet it remains cheese, milk’s leap toward immortality.
A cheese may disappoint. It may be dull, it may be naive, it may be oversophisticated. Yet it remains cheese, milk’s leap toward immortality.
Star of my life, to the stars your face is turned; Would I were the heavens, looking back at you…
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Whoever undertakes to set himself up as a judge of Truth and Knowledge is shipwrecked by the laughter of the…