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Infinite Monkeys. Infinite Typewriters.
More in Dregs & Other Unreadables Proof of GodWhen the young lady bowed down before me and shouted so loud the entire street could hear, "Hail, Lord of Words!" I was taken aback. I am no Lord. No God of anything. Not even a minor deity of poetry. She insisted though, and so I hugged her, called her dear and explained all about hyperbole metaphor, simile, and the reason Descartes fills me with hope. |
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