And so while the great ones depart to their dinner,
the secretary stays, growing thinner and thinner,
racking his brain to record and report
what he thinks that they think that they ought to have thought.
And so while the great ones depart to their dinner,
the secretary stays, growing thinner and thinner,
racking his brain to record and report
what he thinks that they think that they ought to have thought.
You can't live on amusement. It is the froth on water - an inch deep and then the mud.
The world is mud-luscious and puddle-wonderful.
Machines Dearest, note how these two are alike: This harpsichord pavane by Purcell And the racer's twelve-speed bike. The machinery…