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[burd]

Beauty in 12 lines:

I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.

And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet’s wings.

I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart’s core.

Lake Isle of Innisfree
William Butler Yeats

[Kepler]

Wikipedia in Latin.

[Kepler]

I went down the rabbit hole with today's Google thingy, and found this clip of Willi Ninja. Holy sh-t. This is brilliant.

[mookie1995]

Conjunction?

conjunction junction
what's your function
hookin' up words and phrases and clauses

[Kepler]

conjunction junction
what's your function
hookin' up words and phrases and clauses

Like
Either now or later
Or no choice
Neither now nor ever
Hey that's clever

[Kepler]

Christmas comes in August, and so do I.

[Proud2baLaker]

Christmas comes in August, and so do I.

Calm down there mook...oh wait.

[Kepler]

The Pretensions of Poverty

Thou dost presume too much, poor needy wretch,
To claim a station in the firmament,
Because thy humble cottage, or thy tub,
Nurses some lazy or pedantic virtue
In the cheap sunshine or by shady springs,
With roots and pot-herbs; where thy right hand,
Tearing those humane passions from the mind,
Upon whose stocks fair blooming virtues flourish,
Degradeth nature, and benumbeth sense,
And, Gorgon-like, turns active men to stone.
We not require the dull society
Of your necessitated temperance,
Or that unnatural stupidity
That knows nor joy nor sorrow; nor your forc’d
Falsely exalted passive fortitude
Above the active. This low abject brood,
That fix their seats in mediocrity,
Become your servile minds; but we advance
Such virtues only as admit excess,
Brave, bounteous acts, regal magnificence,
All-seeing prudence, magnanimity
That knows no bound, and that heroic virtue
For which antiquity hath left no name,
But patterns only, such as Hercules,
Achilles, Theseus. Back to thy loath’d cell;
And when thou seest the new enlightened sphere,
Study to know but what those worthies were.

[Kepler]

Who could ever have expected the least surprising story I have ever read.

"She said to me, 'if I had a knife, this is what I would cut off'. And she literally cut my entire bum off"