"An idea no longer shrouded in mist, through wave or ether comes to me, like a star from high up in the skies, or a pearl from the bottom of the sea." - Victor Hugo (Les rayons et les ombres)
Hahaha, Gwil - when did you find that? The very old dare to speak without exaggerated politeness.
It's one of the compensations of old age to be able to do so.
Now that is a joke I can understand (they are rare these days).
I know what you mean.
Cello bow; each stroke cuts new notes; sawn song.__Of course we needs to take care with the spelling/pronunciation, 'tis sawn song... not swan-song. Smiles_! _m
I've heard the tune. I really have.
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