Nine o'clock greetings, intangible folks out there on the ether.
Each and every day i would like to compose (or find) some tasty little nugget of text to share with you. Then the next morning i'll put it in a new posting here.
And since i did not take the time yesterday either to craft or to discover anything new to share, i shall fall back on an old favorite of mine from Middlemarch by George Eliot:
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If we had a keen vision and feeling for all ordinary human life, it would be like hearing the grass grow and the squirrel's heart beat, and we should die of that roar which lies on the other side of silence. As it is, the quickest of us walk about well wadded with stupidity.
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See you tomorrow, gentle readers; joy to all!
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