Mar 01, 2007 17:22
"The butterfly, the cabbage-white,
(His honest idiocy of flight)
Will never now, it is too late,
Master the art of flying straight,
Yet has--who knows so well as I?--
A just sense of how not to fly:
He lurches here and here by guess
And God and hope and hopelessness.
Even the aerobatic swift
Has not his flying-crooked gift."
Robert Graves
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A: "I win the nobel prize...."
Q: "Worst case scenario ?"
A: "I tear a hole in the fabric of space..."
So... busy monday night? up for food+drink+snowshoeing ?
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