Vladimir Nabokov My friend, I`m really just sorry... My friend, I'm really just sorry about who, in secret blindness, passing all length of the green alley, just can not notice on leaves the striking network of the streaks and points of the tubercles or even the serrated tracks from saws of the blue-horned slugs.
Saturday, January 4, 2020
joy to the world!
joy to the world! we shall yet be light! Joy to us all for always! Now is the day for battle. now is the time for triumph! Now we will go forth in glorious array! Now we shall go forth for the grandeur of battle. were we ever in despair of the the enemy? No, for we have always put the armies of the aliens to flight, for how could it be otherwise. we shall arise, and we shall triumph against the darkest of the dementors, for it is by the beauty of the little child that they shall triumph! Arise my soul! This is your day, and we will conquer, and we will win, and we will rule the universe!
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