Seven big fish.
One day a cat*, moved by compassion for the unfortunate teacher, approached him with these words: 'Poor stranger, you shout, you scream, don't you see that it is hopeless?''Yes, I see,' answered the Just Man.'Then why do you go on?' 'I'll tell you why. In the beginning, I thought I could change man. Today, I know I cannot. If I still shout today, if I still scream, it is to prevent man from ultimately changing me.'Elie Wiesel (Winner of the Nobel Peace Prize). The above, which fits to George's photograph, is exactly my standpoint. *for 'cat' read 'child'.I hope the facts that I write 'bad prose poetry' and have chosen 'Austria' as my place of residence are from now on irrelevant.
Completely irrelevant, Gwilym. Nor do I think you write bad prose poetry or that Austria is an unfit place for humans to be living in.And Michelle - big is very nice. It is a very big cat. :)
George, thank you for being you. By the way, I'm currently reading the Metro section of New & Collected. I think it's brill. No, I know it is.
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