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lilpocketninja September 29 2010, 00:35:10 UTC

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ormery September 29 2010, 03:58:10 UTC
lettuces and cabbages are not even related, banah, gosh

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hammster September 29 2010, 00:43:52 UTC
carly

i fucking love you

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ormery September 29 2010, 03:58:30 UTC
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lucieandco September 29 2010, 07:13:45 UTC
OMSB YES. Obviously that is what he worked out.

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lucieandco September 29 2010, 07:15:04 UTC
As may or may not have been pointed out before, you are a man of genius.

He often spent half a day in gazing at a market garden, the beds of lettuce, the chickens on the dung-heap, the horse turning the water-wheel. The passers-by stared at him in surprise, and some of them thought his attire suspicious and his mien sinister. He was only a poor young man dreaming in an objectless way.

I mean, the loftier thoughts are specified(ish) later on ...

He remained the same, setting aside his fits of wrath. He still held the same opinions. Only, they had been tempered. To speak accurately, he had no longer any opinions, he had sympathies. To what party did he belong? To the party of humanity. Out of humanity he chose France; out of the Nation he chose the people; out of the people he chose the woman. It was to that point above all, that his pity was directed.

... but I think his thinking about lettuce sounds more IC.

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ormery September 29 2010, 14:14:21 UTC
dkfhfdg

I AGREE
PERSONALLY

and infinitely more charming

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