“Language is like 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.”
– Gustave Flaubert
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Peony Moon 
reminded me of this song, particularly the last stanza.
Thanks for the link, Carmine Monoxide. 😉
What a line!
Isn’t it!
F–k, yes, what a line. I’m going to steal it. Thanks.
Hey Rustum! It’s good to see your face 🙂
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