“All our progress is an unfolding, like a vegetable bud. You have first an instinct, then an opinion, then a knowledge as the plant has root, bud, and fruit. Trust the instinct to the end, though you can render no reason.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson Summer is reason enough to drink rosé, and Les [...]
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Tell me no more of Gotham fools, Or of their eels in little pools, Which they were told were drowning; Nor of their carts drawn up on high, When King John’s men were standing by, To keep a wood from browning. Nor of their cheese shoved down the hill, Nor of a cuckoo sitting still, [...]
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