"liar lyre pants on fire" d sinclair all rights reserved 08
"..where do I wander? Down what draughty tunnels? Where the eyeless wind blows? And there grows nothing for the eye. No rose. To issue where? In some harvestless dim field where no evening lets fall her mantle; nor sun rises. All's equal there. Unblowing, ungrowing are the roses there."
(Virginia Woolf, Between the Acts, 1941)
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