It was small wonder, then, that he suddenly flung down his brush on the floor, said 'Bother!' and 'O blow!' and also 'Hang spring-cleaning!' and bolted out of the house without even waiting to put on his coat.
------------ Kenneth Grahame
Friday, June 24, 2005
My lord Yacatecuhtli, the vulture is a thing that circles & never has to land. Everything he sees is on the way to its final appointment: all words to him are last words.