The winds that blow
Ask them, which leaf of the tree
Will be the next to go.
Man please thy maker and be merry set not for this world a cherry.
The winds that blow
Ask them, which leaf of the tree
Will be the next to go.
Eyebrows are made to be raised.
The last level of metaphor in the Alice books is this: that life, viewed rationally and without illusion, appears to…
Many of my friends are under the impression that I write these humorous nothings in idle moments when the wearied…