The smell of Childe....dinner with a ballad.
This digression is turning into a Sartre; I Kant believe that no one will stop me from going to jail.
Tao be, or not tao be, that is the question.
There will be an awswer Lennon be
I can see that the Lenin you're wearing has been perspired upon 'Baldi, but not for mutual fear. I bet that you even said 'why don't you Herder?'
Lenin closely...you'll see how Guadi this really is...uh oh, got the Trotskys, where's the Portia potty?
Is Bonaparte of royalty or merely a pretender.
The Portia Potty? That's by the Mill and near the Kierkegaard. Napoleon has a Nietchze in History, doesn't he?
Sir Francis Drake had a Golden Hynde.
WEll I'm rather Ethelred the Unready for this Voltaire-face (yes I know he wasn't political but he had influence), I thought we were leaving no Gladstone unturned to find Duck Bill Clintons. But I'm glad this Canning of worms (The Diet of Worms) was unLocked.
OOh, ah - better be 20th century literature in English... Hughes afraid of Virginia Woolf!?
Not I; Amis Woolf a lot. I've been Larkin around for The (last twenty) Years to find Herr... I thought that she might be sitting on the Grass or doing her business on an Armitage.
You are no Audenary woman.
'T.S. true, my mind runs off the beaten Plath.
Is Orwell with you, Clary?
Sort of - are you Well's well?
I would have said that things are a bit Drieury... but maybe if I Nabokove cup, I'll feel more like my Self.
Time you Bryson'd up, and had the glass Fuller Beer Owen to you! Spender little time pampering yourself, Sitwell and comfortably on a Silkin cushion!
