Like that girl in an old Punch cartoon who got a diary from her parents for her 18th birthday, for a moment today I wanted to say: "Everything has already happened in my life." – before I realised it’s a heresy.
Oh, the blessed stage in your philosophico-emotionalo life when you’re wise enough to say to yourself (with conviction) a mere ‘But I guess the Dominicans wouldn’t like it’ to drop a thought that otherwise might lead you to some more embarrassing fallacy!
( – say, a suicide)
Oh, the blessed stage in your philosophico-emotionalo life when you’re wise enough to say to yourself (with conviction) a mere ‘But I guess the Dominicans wouldn’t like it’ to drop a thought that otherwise might lead you to some more embarrassing fallacy!
( – say, a suicide)
PS Coming back to the song: Isn't it unsettling when the English rehearse one of their serious takes on life?
