Language is a cracked kettle on which we beat out tunes for bears to dance to, while all the time we long to move the stars to pity.
Language is a cracked kettle on which we beat out tunes for bears to dance to, while all the time we long to move the stars to pity.
What is not surrounded by uncertainty cannot be the truth.
of Charles de Gaulle He looks like a female llama who has just been surprised in her bath.
You have never talked to a mere mortal. Nations, cultures, arts, civilizations - these are mortal, and their life is…