When I sat down to write it was midnight and the rain was beating on the window..
It was not raining.
It was not midnight.
Samuel Beckett ;"Molloy"
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2 comments:
Point taken, but why hedge your bets?
You seem at your best when you lay it all out (as in the post below).
How should I know your best, but it is remarkable. I hope you'll get into this, and damn the rude commentary.
You know it Ind...Thank you for your support and encouragement.
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