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Tuesday, November 03, 2009
Blessings on Thy Warty Head
Stephen Crane, The Black Riders, XLVII:
"Think as I think," said a man, "Or you are abominably wicked; You are a toad."
And after I had thought of it, I said, "I will, then, be a toad."
