"All my life I believed I knew something. But then one strange day came when I realized that I knew nothing, yes, I knew nothing. And so words became void of meaning. I have arrived too late at ultimate uncertainty." - Ezra Pound (1885-1972) American Poet, Critic, Translator
Friday, June 01, 2007
The march of this penguin...
This penguin is flying south for some days...
Posting and comment moderation will get slow for some days.
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